My bags are packed.
My fridge and diaper supply are fully stocked.
My house is [mostly] clean.
My stomach is stretched to the MAX. Seriously.
Sleeping is very uncomfortable these days. Correction: Walking/standing/sitting/bending down/everything is very uncomfortable these days.
I am growing out of my maternity shirts.
It's time for this baby girl to make her debut.
I've been having lots of contractions (some quite painful) but not on a regular basis.
I am scheduled for a C-section a week from Monday, but I am hoping/praying that she'll make her debut sooner than that.
I am ready to meet my daughter.
Yesterday I had the big ultrasound. Rick and Owen came with me. My stomach was in knots the whole night before and all morning. I was so nervous and excited to find out what we are having! On the one hand, I thought it would be fun for Owen to have a little brother and since they will be sharing a room, another boy would make decorating really easy. On the other hand, I thought it would be really fun to have a girl because 1.) I love all things girly, and 2.) she already has 3 girl cousins who are going to be her same age, so I thought it would be fun for her to be included in that girl group.
I have had several dreams this pregnancy that I was going to have a girl, but I didn't want to get my heart set on that if I was going to in fact have a boy.
The ultrasound technician was really nice and she asked Owen if he thought the baby was a boy or a girl. She said that the siblings always seem to get it right. Owen said he thought it was a girl baby. After a minute of looking at the screen, the technician said,
"Well that was a good guess! You're going to have a sister!"
Rick and I are really excited! We went to lunch at Ruby's to celebrate, and then we got a cake from Creative Cakery to make the big announcement to our families. We all gathered at my mom's house and we had Grandpa Henry open a bakery box to find this:
