Being Green

I have an sealed envelope somewhere in my house- it has a picture in it. A picture with some very interesting information. Many of you already know we are expecting #3, and some of you may be learning this information for the first time.

There are a lot of things I can tell you about this baby: like it's due Nov 16th, it has a really cute nose, it bounces around like a Mexican Jumping Bean and it made me so sick during the first trimester that sometimes (not often) I wished for death. (Unfortunately, that is true.) But we made it through and yesterday we went in for the "big ultrasound" where they check all the stats of the baby and if the baby cooperates, you can find out if it's a boy or a girl.

We always said we'd find out. We never thought we wouldn't- it never crossed our minds to be surprised.

DM wasn't sure he could get off work in time and he just wasn't sure he even wanted to go, so I had always planned to go alone and I would find out the sex of the baby and then I'd come home with a big announcement. It had been planned for months.

Well, Lolli and SIL asked if they could come so I wouldn't have to go alone, and since they were my babysitters, that meant BigM and LM would be coming too. I was excited, because I really did want them to get to see their sibling and this was the only way I could make that happen. And seeing the baby is a big deal, so I always love taking people who are excited about it with me. SIL had never seen an ultrasound done, so that made it even more exciting.

At the last minute, DM was able to leave work a teensy bit early, so the 6 of us piled in the car and headed to the midwife's office.

As my entorage entered the room, the tech asked the big question- "Are we going to find out the sex of the baby?" We knew we wanted to know, but we weren't sure we were ready to find out. Because once you know, you know, and there's just no mystery about it. So we decided that we'd have her put the results in an envelope and we could open it when we felt ready.

The ultrasound tech at my new office is nothing short of amazing. As she examined and took measurements, she explained every single detail about how this precious little baby is measuring absolutely perfectly in every area- and I know I realized at that moment, the sex of the baby really. doesn't. matter.

Ever since we announced we were pregnant, numerous people have actually said to me, "Oh, I hope you'll get your boy this time," or "I sure hope you're not having another girl." Maybe you were one of those people. And if you were, I am positive you didn't mean it to be hurtful. In fact, I'm sure I've even said it. I mean, it's no secret that DM would like a son. He's a man. Most of them do. But that doesn't change the fact that we do know that this baby has ten perfect toes, and ten perfect fingers (and in the right places!) and is developing just like it should be- so right now, that's all we need to know.

So guess what. We're not going to open that envelope- at least not right now. Because whatever I'm carrying will fit into our family perfectly, because it was perfectly planned. If that means three little girls, then I hope you will pray for us 'cause Lord knows we'll need it, but I also hope you'll be as thrilled as we will be when we announce the birth of our third precious child.