While I get ready, I decided to spend some time in prayer.
After all, this would be where they would diagnose any ailments this baby may have.
Given my advanced maternal age....well, it's just a possibility.
So, I started praising God for this baby, and thanking Him for the (almost) 21 weeks spent with it.
And I asked him to be with us that morning...come what may.
And I realized that in my prayer, I was using pronouns like: she and her.
"Hhhhhmmmm, this is interesting", I thought.
Then I saw a face profile.
It was small and dainty.
I thought, "wow, she's a cutie."
"Weird," I thought.
That was my gut feeling.
I texted it to Melody, and when Dave asked me, I told him that I kinda thought it was a girl.
A. was a baseball practice,
C. was blissfully asleep in the van
(from baseball practice drop-off)
Dave turns to me and says,
"It's just you and me. Let's open it."
Well, twist my arm.
So, we un-sealed the envelope.
And opened the card.
And my husband promptly melted and gave me the warmest kiss and hug ever.
It's a GIRL!