We weren't finding out what we were having.
We've done it twice, and it's really lots of fun!
But when I went in for my ultrasound at 19 weeks, Scotty and I both thought we saw "something" (or a lack of something, if you know what I mean).
Over the next few weeks, it ate away at me. It turns out that "kind of" knowing is a lot harder (and very different) than "not knowing."
I had an appointment on the 15th of December, so I called my doctor (without Scotty knowing), and asked if he would do a gender check. He obliged, and I had him put the results in an envelope so we could open it on Christmas.
(Note that this required me to be patient for 10 days while I had the answer tucked in my purse. High five for diligence!)
Since Scotty didn't know about the envelope, I had to attend several Christmas parties and lie to everyone.
"Do you know what you're having?"
"No. We're not finding out."
My apologies to all of the people I deceived over those ten days!
As we suspected, we're having a...
I never thought I'd be a mother of girls, plural... let alone THREE!
I'm very excited, but I never imagined that Nicky wouldn't have a little brother. It always seemed like a given. I'm not entirely opposed to having another baby someday, but I have always felt like four is our number, and I would really like to be "done." I feel good about four. Five? I just don't know. But "change of plans" seems to be a big theme in life, so we'll see what comes. Maybe there will be a brother someday - life is unpredictable, and God can be pretty convincing.