So, there was this day, about 3 weeks ago, where I went to the doctor. We were having our anatomy ultrasound, so Joel was there with me. Ultrasounds are always fun – you get a peek at the little creature that’s causing so much change and insanity.
We’d already had an ultrasound saying that we were having a boy, so we were just expecting confirmation of that, along with seeing the heart beating, moving around, and various other things.
So, you can imagine my shock when we were informed that we are, in fact, having a GIRL, not a boy.
I wrote a long and emotional post about my feelings on the matter a couple of days later, but when I went back to edit and publish it, it was gone. Maybe that’s for the best.
Basically, I was a complete and total disaster for about 3 days. Crying. Sitting at my kitchen table crying. By myself. Because right after the ultrasound, Joel had to leave me, still at the doctor’s office, to go to class.
I should mention, I have a ton of great friends and neighbors. My neighbor, Sarah, came over to sit with me for a few minutes and make sure I was ok. And our neighbors Jodi and Todd brought over chocolate for me after seeing a facebook post about how I couldn’t find any in the whole house. I am so appreciative of the people who care enough to do things like that. Thank you guys.
It wouldn’t have been so much of a shock, and certainly not a disappointment, except that we had already been told it was a boy. I had set some expectations. I had the little boy with a personality, a face, plans for a nursery… well, you get it. So, when all that was shattered, I was crushed. I kept repeating to myself that the important thing is that she is healthy. And it is.
I had several friends who, absolutely correctly, reminded me that whatever this baby ends up being, it’s exactly who God intended to be in our family. They are right. I knew that. But my heart was having a hard time catching up with my head. And, if I’m completely honest, it’s still getting there. I’m sure that this little girl will be beautiful, adorable, precious, and just what we need. But I’m not quite to the point of excitement that I was when I thought we were having a boy. I will get there.
I suppose there’s a good case here for not finding out what you’re having. Maybe we’ll go that route if we have another. I guess we’ll figure that out later.
Anyway, there have been other things going on, too.
We had Clara’s 2nd birthday party last weekend, which meant a ton of family in town to help celebrate. Cake baking. Decorating. Cleaning. Busy-ness. It was a Sesame Street themed party, which turned out perfect. When my parents got in on Friday night, I had already baked and prepped the cakes and was just waiting for the icing tip my mom was bringing. Once they arrived, I got busy creating Cookie Monster cupcakes and an Elmo cake.
Before they got there, Joel put together Clara’s present from my Grammy. She got her a trike – which is awesome. This late-night assembly project just reminded me that we have entered yet another new phase in our lives. I call this one the put-together-complicated-toys-and-riding-devices-the-night-before-a-big-event phase.
The next morning, we put out the rest of the food. Seriously, the easiest party food/decorations I’ve ever done. Meet Oscar, Big Bird, and Grover!
The cupcakes were a huge hit with the kids, and the cake (my rum cake) was a big hit with the adults. I call it a success when the kids recognize the characters on the cupcakes and the food table. And aside from a crazy tantrum and swatting off half of Elmo’s face before we got to sing happy birthday, everything pretty much went off without a hitch.
Anyway, other things… let’s see… I’m still doing Crossfit, about twice a week. I love it there. They’re really good about making sure I don’t push myself too terribly hard, but still get a good workout. I’ve definitely gotten slower, but I think about it like this: if I can finish a workout, I call that a victory. I don’t know whether it’s just that this pregnancy is so very different or if the fact that I’m keeping so active has something to do with it (the opposite of what I did with Clara), but I’m feeling really good. I’m 22 weeks and just have a small bump, which is weird to me, and people keep asking me if I’m sure I’m pregnant. That’s a weird question. Are you sure you’re pregnant? Just think about that for a couple of seconds. Yep. I’m sure. I don’t really know how to answer those people, but I guess they mean it as a compliment. Strange.
We’re about 1/4 of the way through Joel’s last year of law school. I can’t tell you how happy I will be to see him walk across that graduation stage. I’m not sure that I’ll have words for it. But I do know this, they should put my name and Clara’s name on that diploma, too. There’s a lot of uncertainty about what will happen after the bar exam. We’re not sure what the job market is going to be like – without getting too political, I’d be inclined to say it will have a lot to do with the outcome of November’s election. If you happen to know someone who does federal law enforcement, works in a DA’s office, or works for the US Attorney’s office, I would love to talk to you. Joel would love to work in one of those fields and he has a law enforcement background. Right now, I feel like all I can do is pray, iron his dress shirts on interview days, make sure he has a hair cut before an interview, and pray some more that there would be some job for him after graduation and passing the bar. I guess we will see…
Look out later today (or maybe tomorrow) for a birthday post. Today is Clara’s real birthday, and we are taking her to the children’s museum, out to lunch, and to get a milkshake (because she drank half of the one I got last night and totally loved it). I’m bringing my camera, so I should have lots of fun things to share.