Yesterday was so much more fun than I could have ever imagined. Ty and I went to the doctor for our 16 week appointment and anticipated we would have the opportunity to find out the gender of our baby.
The nurse popped her head into the waiting room and asked, "Stephanie, would you like to find out your gender today?"
I just smiled and nodded. That's all I could muster through the excitement and emotion and fear that I would start crying happy tears if I actually spoke. That happens sometimes!
There's been so much anticipation and guessing, I couldn't believe the moment had arrived. Ty and I sat in the ultrasound room, and fortunately, the baby cooperated and we got a clear shot of what we were looking for. ... "It's a girl," the ultrasound tech announced.
Not wanting to get too excited immediately, we asked her if she was 100 percent sure. She said there was no question about it. Definitely a girl.
I could have wept right there. Part of me wanted a boy, but another (possibly greater) part of me wanted to experience the bond between a mother and daughter. In the hours since, I've thought about so many things.
Her adorable clothes and how broke we're going to be (one of Ty's first comments).
The things I wish for her life.
That I hope she's not afraid to get dirty and can keep up with the boys.
At some point, we could be great friends, even though I probably won't be her favorite person in high school.
My hopes of being a Godly, strong example to her.
One day, she'll get married and this will all feel like ages ago.
Her Daddy is probably going to take her duck hunting and how much he's going to love her.
Our doctor's appointment was at 9 a.m. yesterday morning, but we waited until 6:30 last night to tell the news to our family. We had a mini gender reveal and told everyone at once. It was such a special time and so exciting. LJ's mom, Mrs. Lesa, baked us an adorable cake to help share the news.
I'll tell you about the gender reveal tomorrow! Plus, we already have a name picked out and her first outfit monogrammed!
I'm a former journalist turned marketer of concrete. I still type a lot. Other than that, I'm married to an oilman, the owner of a mini-schnauzer named Baxter and a lab named Lacy, chef to anyone with an appetite and a connoisseur of $10 wines.