It's a WHAT???

I purposely titled my post this way, because as I remember, this was the same title I used when I found out what gender our first baby was.

A couple of years ago, everyone was telling me that I looked like I was carrying a girl. The heartbeat was fast, so it had to be a girl, etc., etc. So, coming into the ultrasound I was pretty well convinced they were going to tell me I was having a girl.

So I was a little shocked to find out I was having a boy. I had been looking at all of the cute pink clothes and nursery sets and everything and getting geeked up to have a baby girl. So, I had to change my entire perspective and get used to the idea of having a boy. I'd always imagined myself as being a mother to a girl, so I had a big adjustment ahead of me.

Needless to say, everything turned out just fine. I had a beautiful baby boy. Brett is the apple of my eye and I love him more and more every day.

Fast forward 2 1/2 years. I found out I was pregnant and my immediate reaction was that I was having another boy. In fact, I'd been having "visions" of 2 little boys...my blondie Brett, and another little boy with dark hair and dark eyes like his daddy, named Drew. I'd been feeling this way for quite some time before we even got pregnant, so I was preparing myself for a second son.

Plus, I've gotten so used to raising a boy that I wasn't sure I'd be able to raise a little girl. And, I felt like I was carrying a basketball, which according to wives tales means that you are carrying a boy. And, deep down, I guess I have to admit that I hadn't allowed myself to hope I was having a girl. I didn't want to feel the disappointment during the ultrasound if I had set myself up for it.

However, I did have some people say they were thinking I was carrying a girl, and every time we'd ask Brett whether he wanted me to have a boy or a girl, he consistently said "girl".

But the last few days I have been a nervous wreck. A lot of the anxiety stemmed from my fear of having something wrong with my baby. Leave it to me to watch too many of those shows on TLC and Discovery Health where the doctor finds something wrong with the baby on the ultrasound. But, I don't think I gave myself enough credit to realize that a lot of the nerves was about the gender. Steve and I had always talked about having 2 kids, one boy and one girl (which I know you can't pick, but still), and if we wanted to stick with our plan, this was going to be our last kiddo. I'm still not sure I'd rule out having a third, but 2 kids has always seemed like the right number for us.

So, with massive anxiety, I went to the doctor with Steve and Brett yesterday and went in immediately to have the ultrasound. For the first 5 minutes or so, the technician took measurements and didn't say much. But then, she turned on the big screen t.v. and let us get a look, and right away she was able to tell the sex. The baby had their legs open and she got a good clear shot that she said made her 99% sure she was making the right call.

The baby is...A GIRL. I about fainted. For real???? I am getting my girl???? I about started crying right on the spot. I couldn't believe it. I was POSITIVE it was another boy (which would have been okay...I am sure I would love him just as much as Brett), but no, I get to buy pink, and play Barbies and My Little Ponies with her and put her hair in pony tails and share things from my girlhood with her.

I am still in shock. It's almost liked I dreamed it, but no, see the pictures below...the first one has the tech's note about the gender.

So, now I get to buy pink!!!!! Yay!!!! Someone pinch me :)