It's been quite a while since I last posted on here, and with good reason: My husband and I are expecting!! Since the moment I found out, I was ecstatic and wondered how it might change not only my life, but my blog posts and writing as well. Will I be inspired to write the most beautiful and thought intense posts about my soon to be mommy-hood? Will I write love letters to my soon to be son or daughter? Will I suddenly be full of creation?? The answer was a resounding no. The only thing I was full of, for almost 3 months was sickness and exhaustion like I've never known.
Luckily, and praise Jesus, that's over, for now. Still, at 21 weeks pregnant, the creative inspiration has not found itself through my words and onto paper, or rather, computer. I'm not too worried about it honestly. I have so many other things on my mind, mainly the nagging fear of child birth and the countdown to the most intense pain I shall ever feel, but I'm trying to keep that on the back burner for now.
A couple of weeks ago, while I was 19 weeks along, my husband, Jon, and I were able to find out the sex of our baby. At first I thought getting a cake with either pink or blue filling would be a cute way of telling our parents and then the world, but being our first child, Jon thought we should go bigger. And so, my Pinterest obsession with planning a gender reveal party began. Several hundred dollars of candy and a few craft projects later, I began to think perhaps we were in a little over our heads. Still, we planned on, hoping the recent floods in Houston would soon recede and that a recreation of Noah's Ark was not necessary, even though the thought of releasing balloons out into the water wouldn't have been so bad...
We received our results on a Wednesday, tucked away in a little envelope from our Ultra Sound Technician, who had us turn our heads away while she inspected our little one's private parts. (That sounds kinda wrong, right?) Our party was scheduled for the following Saturday and the plan was to give our super secret envelope to our neighbors who had the very important task of reading the words "boy" or "girl" and purchasing the correct color balloons to stuff into a box I so carefully put together.
It was three days of nail biting, as I really wanted to know, but as I started to get the house ready for our guests, things began to happen that made me think I already knew the answer.
On very little sleep from cooking and baking the night before, I woke up early Saturday morning to clean the house that I had already cleaned last night and start decorating. I'm kind of a perfectionist and clean freak, so impending motherhood may be a bit a shock for me and my house, or rather my tiny OCD issues, but I digress. As I started to get things set up I wanted to take photos, as I figured this would be a fun topic to get back into blogging with. A few photos in, our guests began to arrive and get themselves settled with drinks and snacks. I was so proud of our little set up and ready to take more photos when suddenly I heard a crack and watched one of the glass dispensers I had set up (one with pink punch and one with blue punch, so clever I know) shatter and gush blue punch everywhere. And when I say everywhere I mean, everywhere. Onto the island counter where it sat and over the ledge onto the floor. Onto the counter below and into several drawers and cabinets below and of course, onto the floor of my kitchen as well. It was total mayhem. People throwing pink and blue napkins in every direction, my husband running for towels, my mother grabbing food in danger of becoming blue punch flavored... I saw it all in slow motion and thought, "this is what having a child will be like - messy."
Instantly I felt as if God had put His hand on my shoulder and whispered, "you're in for it."
Somehow, with the doorbell still ringing and guests continuing to arrive, we managed to dry my house out and remove the stickiness of blue punch from everything. Trying to calm myself down, I decided to take a break from cleaning and picture taking and enjoy the company before me, and I did so by knocking over someone's drink and start again the process of flying towels and napkins. So, beyond the photos that I took before the start of the party, none other exist beyond our actual reveal. For about a week I felt like I had failed, and decided I wouldn't put this up on my blog, but today I thought, what the heck, let's preserve some memories.
So have you any guesses as to what the baby's gender is? I feel like it's obvious, especially since I've already posted it on social media, but let's play anyway...
Drum roll please...
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So there you have it...
A BOY!!!!
I can say we are BEYOND thrilled to welcome a little boy into our lives and I simply can not wait to meet him, smell him, hold him and love him all the days of my life. While the day's events had me thinking all signs were pointing to a very naughty boy, I welcome it. Perhaps he'll teach me how to relax and just enjoy the moment. I suppose the cleaning can sometimes wait. For now though, as baby boy cooks a little longer, I will continue to make the house nice for his arrival and hope he doesn't destroy it too quickly... baby steps, for him and mama.
