Oh Boy...or Girl...

I didn't have to get up until 6...B.B. couldn't find his penguin so he woke me up at 5:15...knowing a return to bed would prove fruitless (after laying there for 10 minutes with Husband snoring lightly and my mind spinning) I decided to get up and brew a pot of decaf & blog instead. Time better spent this cold, cold morning. There is a dusting of snow...Hopefully it won't get worse and the roads will be clear.

Actually I slept pretty well considering I'm going to get a peek into my own uterus this morning. I would be lying if I said I was not at least a little nervous about this trip. Knowing the sex of the baby will be nice...knowing the sex of the baby could open a big messy can of worms with my daughter. Seeing the baby is always fun. The news I get from ultrasounds has the potential to be frightening. I know one way or the other, God has his hand on this, so why am I worrying? There's nothing I can do about it. It's not like I'm Anne Boleyn facing beheading if the baby is the "wrong" gender...I'm only facing the wrath of a 5 year old girl. Maybe that's worse.

I was trying to discuss the issue with BabyGirl Tuesday night. Things did not go well. "I know it's a girl because we don't have one of those yet." That was her answer to everything. I tried explaining that she really wanted H.T. to be a girl, but he isn't and we still love him. "Yeah, but that's just 'cause he's so cute! If he grows up to be bad, I won't like him so much anymore. If our baby is a boy, he could grow up to be bad if you don't teach him just right. And you're not such a good teacher. I'm bad sometimes 'cause you didn't teach me right and sometimes you yell at me." Leave it to a 5 year old to make you feel 3 inches tall...and confused at the same time.

Please pray for a little peace of mind for this Farm Wife.

And Oh, Dear Lord, some woman gave birth to a 14 pound baby yesterday!!!!!!!!! FOURTEEN POUNDS!!!!!!!!!!! 14...14...14...it was a c-section, but still...14...14...14...