Think Pink!

When I found out I was pregnant, again, just three months after Nolan was born…I was surprised to say the least. It wasn’t that we were being “careful”, it was more about the fact that we didn’t think it could happen again…to us…so fast! Despite the fact that everyone told us it could. When Adam and I were in throws of dating, we always talked about having 2 kids. And we wanted them close together in age. And in a very perfect world, we’d like one of each -a boy first followed by a sweet little girl. I never had a brother growing up, but in the back of my mind, I always thought it would be nice to have one, especially an older one – you know, to beat people up for me and stuff 🙂

With Nolan, I knew I was having a boy. Prior to our anatomy scan ultrasound I had three dreams that I was having a boy. Plus I felt awesome – no morning sickness to speak of and I don’t even think the outside world knew I was pregnant until I was about 6-7 months along. On top of everything, my intuition told me it was a boy.

This time? I had zero dreams. But I told many people I was sure I was having a girl. See, I felt pretty bad in the first trimester. I had nausea, my stomach “popped” out right away, and I really really wanted orange juice. Everything just felt different. And to me, that was my body’s way of telling me it was a girl. On the day of our anatomy scan, my mind was racing. Maybe my intuition was wrong and I was just feeling different this time because it’s a different pregnancy and my body hardly had time to readjust after having Nolan? Our very first concern was – is the baby healthy and measuring on point. The answer was yes. The tech found the gender fairly quickly, because she wasn’t having me do jumping jacks or anything crazy to get the baby in the right position. She wrote it down on a piece of paper and sealed it away in an envelope for us. We would know our fate on Friday!

I went to meet our cake lady – Christine from Red Apron Bakery – she opened the envelope, smiled and was off to make my Dad’s birthday cake (aka our gender reveal cake). Thursday was a blur. I had the envelope with me the entire day! All I had to do was take one, tiny peak – no one would know, right? WRONG. I wanted to be just as surprised as the rest of my family come Friday evening.

Friday came – we packed up Nolan and the cake and headed out to Bass Lake. My Dad was turning 63 and his gift was getting to cut the first piece of cake. The servers all came out to sing and then found out the other reason we were celebrating and everyone gathered around to see the end result. My Dad cut into the cake and pulled back the knife…all I saw were pink crumbs! I think all I yelled over and over was, “it’s pink, it’s pink!”

Now that the pink glitter-dust has settled, we are onto all the fun that comes with having a baby girl – names, clothes, nursery decorating…and most importantly the anticipation of meeting our little lady this fall!


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