Courtesy Cakewrecks, but really, my friend Erin took this picture.
That’s right! We’re having a gril!
Perhaps you were wondering about the gril. When we found out Philomena was on her way, my mother went to a bakery to pick out a cake for the baby shower, at which time the sex of the baby would be revealed via cake. It was, I should point out, a delicious cake. Unfortunately, the person in charge of decorating lacked a certain facility in the English language. Lovely Erin noticed first and broke out her mad photographer skills and sent it in to Cakewrecks. So, when we found out that Baby Cubbedge 2.0 was a girl, I knew how I’d announce the news.
Yesterday we went to the birth center. I love this place. You know it’s awesome when the local Amish Mennonite population goes there. The ultrasound was beautiful. At one point her little face came into view and we oohed and ahhed. Her little fingers were visible and all present and correct. She looks healthy. She has Philomena’s nose and my grandmother’s instep. Her due date might be pushed towards November-it depends on the measurements plus the calculated due date.
I really didn’t think I was nervous about the ultrasound. I was wrong. The night before I didn’t sleep too well. I was worried something was wrong with the baby. All the “what-ifs” of pregnancy surged around, preventing anything liek decent sleep. But, God is good, all the time, and He sent me a little reassurance. I had a dream about her. I had gone to bed thinking the baby was probably a boy. Many, many friends and family members were convinced it was a boy. I really didn’t know. Well, in my dream, there she was in all her girly glory. Now, I genuinely didn’t care if it was a boy or a girl. “Congratulations, it’s a child,” was what I was hoping for. I just wanted to find out because I’m incredibly impatient and wanted to a) stop calling my child “it” and b) decide whether to get a bow tie or something pink and ruffly. Lo and behold, my dream was right. She was a girl, no doubt about it. She was healthy. We’d love this baby, no matter what, but golly it’s good to know everything is all right.