They went back and forth. Asher said their sister was going to be Superman Girl and Miles tried to correct him with, No Asher. It’s SuperGIRL. He’d say, OH! and then say it “wrong” again. Superman Girl.
I love eavesdropping.
Yeah, we’re all over here just trying to figure this out. The beautiful reality is slowly settling in…
There’s a girl cooking in my belly right now and there’s no way I don’t know that because the ultrasound tech kept saying “See that little hamburger bun?!?” over and over and over…
(I will never hear “a bun in the oven” quite the same way ever again. Just saying.)
Yup, there’s the girl anatomy! WE GET IT! WE GET IT!
I mean, we were already so surprised and we just wanted to keep looking at each other saying “WOW” and “WOW” and “NO WAY” and then she just kept saying hamburger bun.
That is not the point of this post. It’s a random side note…because I’m good at those. The point of this post is actually a big thank you. You know what? I continue to be so honored and humbled that you’re here, visiting my Lego man and me, my words, my stories. I don’t assume you’re here all the time, we’re all busy and this is just blogging. But I appreciate every single second you take the time to check in, to see what’s up with me. I really do.
When I scroll through the comments from my last post and I see that so many of you took the time to share in this baby girl excitement, all I want to do is sit and visit with each of you. I honestly wish that I could.
I want to always remember the moment when we told the boys they’re having a sister.
They’d been out in the waiting room with their Uncle K during the ultrasound and when we came out, all three of them were bursting a bit at the seams. Their eyes were all anticipation and there was a lot of bouncing going on. (Uncle K didn’t bounce much, but the boys sure did.)
Asher kept asking, “What kind of baby is in there, Mama? What kind?!?”
So we took them out in the hall and I bent down close to both of their faces and I told them they’re going to have to work really hard at getting strong. I said that they’re both like super heros and they need to be the biggest protectors of their…(long dramatic pause)
*cue more bouncing and more big smiling*
Then Miles looked a little disappointed, because right before the appointment he professed his want for another brother. I asked him if our news was good news and he said no. So I told him that a sister doesn’t really mean everything in our house will be pink and then I explained that she’ll probably like boy toys like he does, and it doesn’t mean he has to play with girl toys.
Then he looked all relieved and everything was fine. He decided to like having a sister.
Of course, we’re all just super happy that the baby on that screen, with a joyously drum-beating little heart and other working parts, looks completely healthy. She’s a total Superman Girl.
FINALLY, I sort of kind of totally forgot to announce the winner of the Pleated Poppy giveaway. I apologize, I was totally distracted.
The winner is Suzannah from So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter. Random.org chose commenter #2. Congrats, Suzannah!