I was amazed at the self restraint I showed today. My ultrasound was first thing in the morning. At first baby did not cooperate. I had the strength to look away from the ultrasound screen during all five of the technician's attempts to determine the baby's sex. Then I had the willpower not to rip open the sealed envelope (and replace it with a new envelope). I did hold it up to the light but the technician had cleverly covered the photo with multiple post-it notes (urrg!).
Then I waited ALL DAY LONG as each hour cruelly ticked by ever so slowly. The clock eventually struck five and I zoomed out the door for dinner at my sister-in-law's place where I sat patiently through dinner and held back the urge to rummage through her trash (hunting for frosting colors) or secretly dissect a cupcake when no one was looking.
Finally dinner was done and it was time. I was handed a carefully frosted cupcake. I had no idea what to expect or what the future held for our family. After all the build up, I almost didn't want to know. I didn't want to break the spell. I liked the idea of open possibilities.
When I took a bite and saw the color of the cupcake filling, I smiled a knowing smile. My heart was beaming. I had been open to the idea of either sex and was so in love with whoever this baby happened to be. But as soon as I saw the color of that filling, I was overcome with happiness and oddly, a little relieved. That's when I knew it's what my heart had secretly been hoping for all along. And I couldn't imagine my family any other way.
Boy or Girl?
I am so incredibly happy to be the mother of three BOYS!
But I guess Jacob wanted a girl. Ha ha.