A Mind Of Her Own

This morning as I was showering and rushing off to conferences, I was thinking about a possible blog topic. And because I worked a thirteen hour day yesterday and only saw Ella long enough to change her morning diaper, I have nothing fresh. But surely, I could come up with a topic, right? And then my mommy brain raced off to another topic and another, finally thinking about our good friends, R & M, who are finding out the gender of their peanut on Friday. It brought me back.

When we first found out we were pregnant with Ella, Ryan and I had many conversations (or friendly debates) on topics such as baby names (which is still a favorite topic of mine) and finding out baby's gender. I flipped back and forth, some days wanting to know, other days not. Ultimately, Ryan made up my mind when he challenged me by saying, " Yeah, right. You HAVE to know. There is NO WAY you could wait that long." That did it; I wanted to wait.

However, Ryan wanted to know. And he wanted to know more than I wanted to wait. Aren't I a good wife? So, we made our big ultrasound appointment early on Christmas Eve. What a gift! We planned to have the technician write the answer down and then open the envelope at Christmas Dinner, as our final holiday surprise. But then it snowed. And snowed. And snowed. True to Oregon snow days, it shut down the city and canceled ultrasound appointments for days. There was a chance that our appointment wouldn't even happen as planned. And even though I did not really want to know the gender because I wanted to prove my point to Ryan, I most certainly wanted to have the ultrasound.

We glued ourselves to the TV, watching the cancelations scroll at the bottom of the page for hours the night before. We woke early to double check and luckily, our clinic was open for the first time in days. Our appointment was on!

The appointment went on for what seemed like ever. The technician carefully checked the heart and all the vital organs. Then came the time for the writing of the reveal. The tech poked and prodded my large baby belly, encouraged me to roll over, and even had me get up and walk around. After several curious minutes, she informed us the baby was not being cooperative; it's legs were crossed. She then insisted on one more try. So, she poked, prodded, and I walked around. However, the only change that occurred was the Ella crossed her legs even tighter! She had a mind of her own. I was silently happy that we still had a surprise baby.

So, there was no envelope to open at Christmas Dinner and no big reveal during the holidays. But, Ella did send me a message. She was rooting for momma all along! And out big reveal happened on an even bigger day than Christmas!
And I proved myself to the hubs, which I always love to do!