POPPING the question - boy or girl?

18 weeks and 2 days. I remember this day like it was yesterday. There are only a few big things you anticipate in your life and finding out the gender of your first born child is definitely at the top of that list. Up until this day I was forced to buy green, yellow, and gray items until I was blue in the face (no pun intended). 

My money was on a boy, 100%. Call it “mother’s intuition” or whatever. I had already secretly started buying little boy things and was stashing them in our spare bedroom closet. Cj’s money was also on a little boy, obviously. He has always dreamed of having a little boy he could coach in baseball and do all of the “big manly stuff” with. And for those of you who know me probably already know that he heard the “anything a boy can do a girl can do better” speech. Girl power and all that. 

My best friend Ally planned a gender reveal party for the day we had our gender appointment. We planned it all out - the tech would put the gender in an envelope and we would never know until we got home and popped a big balloon. The amount of work and thought she put into this party is a perfect display of why we will always be friends. They say it takes a village to raise a child and I was so excited to have friends who were just as excited to share in these moments. 

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At the appointment we made sure to tell the tech not to reveal anything. She searched for about 20 minutes but little peanut would not cooperate. So I sang a song and low and behold she moved just enough for the tech to get a peep. Then the tech changed her mind and decided she didn’t want to put the gender in an envelope (weird). She made our OB call Ally to tell her the gender. 

We got home just in time for the party and it was so beautifully set up. Pastel blues and pinks, a big black balloon with pretty tassels, and the MOST GORGEOUS cake. I could hardly wait anymore. Finally we got to find out - cj and I looked at each other with a look I’ll never forget - and POP!! 

HOLY MAC AND CHEESE. Pink confetti. ITS A GIRL! 

Bows and tiaras and sparkly pink everything flashed before my eyes. I saw a little blonde girl playing in the backyard. I saw a chance to give a baby girl a childhood I never had, and I jumped for joy. 

Literally. 




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