I have a lot of admiration for couples that wait to find out the sex of their child until the day of delivery. It shows so much restraint. To be able to wait and wonder who the child growing inside a giant belly is for 9 months only to be surprised at the moment that child emerges is such a wonderful experience to share. I admire that. JD and I could never do it. If waiting means strength and self-control, then we are weak and unrestrained. We are planners. We need to know what the name will be, what color the nursery will be, whether we'll be investing in ballet slippers or baseball mitts. We need to know the sex as soon as possible. Today we found out.
Meet our new baby girl.
I woke up feeling an overwhelming sense of girl today. I was calm and relaxed, I even prayed for her as a her this morning. It's weird, but I just knew. JD is shocked and happy, I am relieved and happy. We are the parents of 2 precious daughters. Now I must go pick out nursery colors and order ballet slippers x2. We have girls, after all.