Envelope

Right now, in my husband's jeep, there is an envelope...an envelope filled with so much promise. So much joy and laughter will take place when we open that tiny little piece of paper. There may even be some jumping around the room and squealing. You see, I am at the halfway point in my pregnancy and this pregnancy thing has not been an easy road for us. This is my third pregnancy and we are believing that God will bring this baby full term. Someday when I am ready, I will write our journey on this blog. But, today, I am not ready. Jason doesn't want to know the gender of our baby. He wants it to be a surprise in the spring when we meet this child face to face. I am too much of a planner for that. I don't need all pink or blue in the baby's room...not my style at all to go so cliche... No, I am a planner in that I want to think about raising a son or a daughter. They are just so different! I have been through enough to not care one way or the other what gender this baby is. I asked Jason this morning what gender he wanted and his response was "Healthy." Amen to that. We had an ultrasound this morning. I was amazed at the two kidneys I saw on the screen, the four chambers of my baby's beating heart, the spinal cord whole and strong. I was also laughing to myself as the ultrasound tech over and over repeated, "Oh my word this child is SO active." She doesn't know I have been praying for a fighter... Jason and I have compromised. He gets to open the envelope when he wants and then he will set out on a mission to find an outfit for the baby that he will give to me at Christmas so I too will know if we will have a son or a daughter. Can't wait to find out. I will keep you posted.