Boy, Was I Wrong!

We found out this afternoon that we're having a boy!

And no one was more surprised than me. I think my actual words to the ultrasound tech were, "What?! Are you serious?"

I had convinced myself we were having a girl. Every time I've dreamed about the baby, it was a girl. I had awful morning sickness, and many people say that morning sickness is worse with girl babies than boy babies. The baby's heart rate has always been on the high end, and everyone says that girls have higher heart rates. I'm carrying high, apparently a reliable indication that you're having a girl. And at our last OB appointment, when the nurse took a quick peek at the baby, she said that "things look pretty girly," though she couldn't be 100% sure.

So I was absolutely sure that we were having a girl. I was thinking pink and loving it!

Michael, of course, was the voice of reason through all of this. "Babe, let's not jump to conclusions." "Babe, why don't we hold off on making any big decisions until we get the final word on this?" But I would have none of it. At one point I actually told him "Come on, babe, just admit it. We're having a girl!"

I stopped thinking about boy names. Because we were having a girl.

I stopped looking for boy bedding. Because we were having a girl.

But, we're having a boy! And I am so thrilled! And a little bit terrified. But so thankful that the Lord has entrusted us with this little life for now.