The moment we left our first ultrasound at 9 weeks, the boys all said they wanted a sister. Every time Owen would talk about the baby he would use "Her" or "She". And none of them were shy about telling people they wanted the baby to be a girl.
Jeff and I, on the other hand, felt like a fourth boy would be pretty easy, seeing as how raising a girl would be a completely new adventure for us, and we have a garage full of totes stuffed with baby boy clothes, blankets, shoes, and all the necessities.
And I wouldn't complain about a fourth little boy running around who is just as adorable as his three older brothers and in love with his Momma.
So, as the date for our ultrasound approached and we got closer to finding out if we would be having a fourth boy or our first girl, I tried to prepare the boys for either outcome.
But mostly for a brother, because I honestly felt that we would be having another boy.
When I would try to tell them that we don't get to choose a brother or a sister and that I have no control over that, Kamden would tell me, "Baby boys are ugly, Mom. Only baby girls are cute."
So I would nicely remind him that HE was a baby boy and that he was cute as could be, just like his brothers.
And when I would try to tell Owen that little brothers are fun, too, and that he couldn't come to the ultrasound if he was going to throw a fit if it wasn't a sister...he told me
"I will cry."
So we talked and talked and talked about it and I felt nervous driving to the appointment because I really didn't want them to be upset. After nine months of growing another human, the last thing I think any mother wants is to feel like the gender of the baby is a disappointment to anyone.
Not that anyone else's opinion mattered, but these 3 boys of mine really had their hearts set on a little sister.
So I prayed the whole way there that they wouldn't get upset, that they could be happy and excited either way.
And when the ultrasound tech came in and turned on the machine after asking if we wanted to know the gender, she looked at the first picture and said...
"Well, boys, you're going to have a little..."
And I held my breath and looked at Owen as she said...
"Sister!"
Owen breathed a loud sigh of relief and I whipped my head toward her and offended her by asking if she was serious.
I just was NOT expecting that at all and had mixed feelings about the announcement. I'd had this picture of a little baby boy, I knew what I wanted to name him and all of a sudden he wasn't there.
Instead we are going to be starting a new adventure with our little girl who will arrive in February.
And I am excited...
I've already bought her 3 pairs of shoes!
