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Moving homes.

24 Feb

As if life hasn’t been stressful enough we’ve decided to move houses.

Our lease is up at the end of this next month and we’ve needed a home that better meets our needs. We love our current house but the backyard is literally 3 feet wide on the three sides of the house, and is constantly muddy with all the rain we get here in Florida. Royal is starting to show more interest in being outdoors and there’s absolutely no way that this yard can be played in. The new home we’re moving to has a large backyard, with a swing set and slide, and a nice screened in porch which will better suit our needs. The house size is comparable to what we now have but also has a two car garage, verses the one car garage we have now. The neighborhood is a step up as well and is much more quiet than our current one. We’ll also be closer to the beach which we love!! The only big down side is that I’m now much farther from a Starbucks! Wahh!! ;)

It’s hard leaving this home knowing the memories we have here. This was our first Florida home and the place we brought Royal home from the hospital to. We have had such good times here with friends and family, so it’s difficult leaving a place that has been so comforting to us. We know that the new house will hold a whole new set of memories and good times and we look forward to that, but it’s still bittersweet.

I have to say that I was really looking forward to having some normal and boring for a bit, but that’s not how life has been lately so I have to embrace the chaos and realize that calmer times are up ahead. Maybe the project of moving and settling back in will become a welcomed distraction.

I have had a hard time, the past few weeks, realizing that my dad’s death is an absolute reality. I so badly want to speak to him about what funny things Royal has been doing or to call and tell him about the new house. It hurts to not hear his voice and know that I won’t again. I still wake up every morning thinking it was a bad dream and every morning I’m slapped with the cold reality that it’s not. I just want him back.

We have two weeks before our move so I’m trying to rest and soak in the calm before my life is once again upturned for yet another change. I can’t wait to be settled into our new place and for Royal to play in his new backyard.

God is always working good into our lives even when it all feels completely crazy! I thank God for the homes He’s always provided for us and for the way He’s comforting my broken heart.

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Gone.

25 Jan

The last month I’ve stared off into space more than I ever have in my entire life. I can’t seem to process the fact that my dad is truly gone. How do you accept something that still feels so wrong and impossible?

I have spent the whole month trying to explain it to myself and I still feel just as confused as the moment my mom called me on the phone and told me he had passed away.

A man who has always been such a comfort to me and my very stability growing up is gone and I don’t know how to move on from this point. I’m broken without him.

My dad got me. Not many people truly get or understand me. I hate that I will never be able to look across a table at him and have him be able to read my exact thoughts. I’ll miss our quiet jokes that only he and I could pick up on. I hate that I’ll never hear him call me “Issa Moany” again. I hate that my son will never know the love he had for him. The fact that I will never see him smile that big welcoming grin, whenever I saw him, breaks my heart in two. He’ll never dance his carefree dance and I’ll never hear him jamming to his music as he makes his lunch again. I hate that I’ll never have another cup of coffee with him at the Ranch or play another game of mexican train. I can’t ever imitate his silly gestures or mannerisms again. I’ll never see him gloat when he placed the last puzzle piece in a puzzle again. He’ll never clean his fish tank again or play his video games with my brother. He’ll never take me target practicing again. He’ll never pray for me again. We’ll never have another father/daughter date to dinner and a movie.  I’ll never see him tear up when he says goodbye to me again. It’s EVERYTHING that I’m going to miss!

I hate it.

I just want my dad back.

I pray a day comes when it doesn’t hurt as badly as it does now, and I know that day will come, but I also know that my life will never feel complete again.

My dad loved my family more than anything in the world! He saw us as his biggest blessing and he knew that only God could receive the glory for it. He always put us first and our needs never went unmet. He worked so hard to give us the upbringing we had and he always kept God in the center of everything he did. His love for Jesus shone out of him in every big and small task he completed. If there was ever a person that lived as a christian should it was him. He loved and those are the biggest commandments.

“And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ This is the first commandment.  And the second, like it, is this: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.”
(Mark 12:30-31)

One of the things I regret most is waiting to soak in all his knowledge. I always thought I’d have so many years to learn from him and I feel completely robbed of time. He knew so much about EVERYTHING. He was handy with his hands, he knew so much about the Ranch in Wyoming, and most importantly he was who I went to whenever I had a question about my faith. I’ll never be able to call him to ask a quick question again. Still doesn’t seem possible. He was always just a phone call away. He always called me on his parts runs at work and those 10 minute conversations made my whole day. I’m so thankful that I saved the voice-mails he left me because the sound of his voice is now the only thing I have left of him. I have listened to them over and over and they never fail to turn me into a bawling puddle on the floor. I miss him terribly.

My mom gifted his Bible to me. His Bible was his prized possession. It’s filled with notes and highlights showing what stood out to him. I love having it. I feel so close to him as I read from it’s pages. I can just picture him studying it for hours and falling further and further in love with our Lord. I cried when she gave it to me because I knew how very important it was to him, because God made him into the man he was through reading it. It would bless him to know how much I treasure it.

I don’t think you ever feel ready to say goodbye but this goodbye just seems far too early. I keep going back to the fact that I had talked to him an hour before he died and he sounded just like himself, perfectly healthy and happy. My brain can’t wrap itself around it.

One of the last things he said to me was, “I like to pretend that I’ll see you guys soon, it helps me feel less sad.” Now I have to pretend that very same thing about him.

I’ll see you soon Daddy, but it won’t seem soon enough.

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Nothing.

10 Apr

In a life of so many constant changes it’s amazing how wonderful it feels to have nothing new to report.

Really the last month has just been the regular ins and outs of daily life. No crazy surprises just the same ol’ same ol’. I love it.

I’ve just needed the space to breathe. There is so much uncertainty and loneliness that comes with deployments that it’s like a vacation for my heart to be at home with my husband, son, and dog. I think we’ve all needed a little “nothing” in our lives.

I finally have had the emotional capacity to get back to being involved in church, and have volunteered to spend Sundays in the nursery. I’ve been feeling God’s calling to this for the last year but haven’t had the strength to jump in. I hate when you ignore God’s voice and you feel so much guilt every time you’re reminded of where you need to be. I’m excited to do it and it’s fun to see Royal interact with all the other babies. He’s the only boy but I guess that means good odds in the future. (Haha.)

I know the next few months are going to fly by, as another deployment approaches and the summer calendar begins to fill up, but I’m praying we’ll continue to have some time to sit, relax, and just soak in the time we’re together.

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Settling into thankful.

20 Mar

It’s so weird being back home in Florida again. It felt almost like this place no longer existed when I was in Colorado. When I thought about our life here it almost seemed like a past life that I was only imagining memories of. Odd but true. So you can guess how strange it was to get back and realize it was all here just as we had left it, 5 months ago.

It’s eery walking into a place that was left exactly as you had it. How could so much have happened but nothing changed here? Funny.

We’ve spent our first few weeks here just figuring out our routine and decluttering the home we thought we had outgrown. Come to find out…it was that our junk had outgrown it, not us. Feels good to purge the things we don’t need, to reorganize, and my always favorite…REDECORATE!

I love redoing a space because it once again feels fresh and new! It’s almost like getting a new house without having to pack up all of your belongings and move! (I hate moving.) Granted I’m really only redoing the guest room but it was the only room I didn’t love in our home. I also finished Royal’s nursery with the canvas prints I had done of his newborn pictures. I could spend all day in that room. It’s exactly (if not better than) what I had envisioned when planning it.

It’s amazing how time consuming it has been to get back into the swing of things. I think it’s been most difficult to get Royal settled. The first week he didn’t sleep more than one hour at a time. Poor guy. Poor us too. Made it hard to get things done when you have no energy, a cranky baby, and so much to unpack. Eventually he realized this was home and then came sleeping during the night.

Being a wife, mom, and homemaker has always been my dream and here I am living the life I have always wanted. I can’t believe it sometimes when I realize I’m right where I have always wanted to be. It’s hard some days to be thankful but when it hits me that this is what I’m getting to do I feel so blessed and privileged. I have an amazing husband who makes a living so that I am able to stay home with our child, I have a son who is literally more perfect than I can even believe, and we have a roof over our heads in a place so close to the beach. How selfish I am to some days wake up and not feel overwhelmed with gratitude.

Thank you Jesus for this life!

Well as usual this post went a completely different direction than I had planned, but I like it better anyways. From talking about settling in to how I need to be more thankful. Lesson for my day…

Hope you’re all having a wonderful Friday!

xoxo

“Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the one who takes refuge in Him.” –Psalms 34:8

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Deployment Christmas

10 Dec

 

Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year. I enjoy everything about the season. Most years I can’t even contain my excitement! The tree flies up the day after Thanksgiving and the music is constantly on. I live and breathe Christmas!

This year though…I’m finding it almost painful to hear a single song. I haven’t even been pestering my parents to put up the tree. I’m having a real difficult time “getting into the spirit”. I think part of it is the fact that I’m not at my own home, because Royal and I are staying with my parents during the deployment, but the main reason is that Scott isn’t here.

Every joyful part of this holiday is about being with those you love and sharing in traditions. Since I was 16 Scott has always been a huge part of those traditions and the love I feel during Christmas. It doesn’t feel right decorating a tree or looking at lights without him here.

Of course I am LOVING that I get to share this holiday with my son! I can’t believe I finally have a child of my own to share the magic with, but then in the back of my mind I can’t shake the realization that Scott is missing out on this too. Gives you a guilty feeling knowing you are getting to soak it all in while he’s in a far off country far from family and close friends. I’m so proud of my husband and I’m amazed by the strength he has.

I know that he wants me to enjoy the season but it’s more than hard without him here!

I’m praying that as Christmas gets closer I will get more excited, but until then I’m focusing on the things I am excited for! I can’t wait for Royal to see his first Christmas tree and to see the wonder on his face when he gets to eat all the wrapping paper. I loved taking him to see Santa. Even though I never had Santa growing up it was fun to take Royal, in honor of Scott, and to send the pictures to Scott in Afghanistan. His Daddy got a kick out of them and I know it helped him feel a bit more at home. Royal loved seeing Santa and amazingly resisted the urge to pull his beard. (Haha.)

I’m going to do my best to focus on the good and on the whole reason for this season which is Christ being born! Thank you God for sending your son!

Merry Christmas everyone!!

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Royal’s birth story.

18 Aug

**If you don’t want to hear ALL about a baby being born please stop reading.**

IMG_7401copyI woke up at 5 am to my water breaking on July 31st, 2014. I didn’t want to alarm Scott as he was sound asleep but he started to stir, looked at his phone, and realized he had overslept for his early morning shift. He of course startled awake and about jumped out of bed but I told him to hold tight for a second because I was pretty sure my water just broke. I felt another gush and that confirmed it. It was such a God thing that he overslept as he would have already been at work and I would have had to call and wait for him to get home.

I then called labor and delivery and they told me to take my time coming in. The nurse told me to enjoy a shower and to get a good breakfast in because they wouldn’t let me eat once I got there. I felt completely normal at that point but at 6:30 my contractions kicked it into high gear and I told Scott and my parents it was time to get moving.

IMG_7309copyI was shocked at how painful my contractions were. I became speechless, as I usually do with intense pain, but as the pain intensified I started almost screaming. I’ve never known a pain like that before. They told me that Royal was positioned against my spine and that’s why it was THAT bad. Back labor is no joke, you wouldn’t wish it on your worst enemy. Ouch.

I continued in that same pain for a few hours but each time they checked I was still only dilated to a 2. The staff then strongly recommended that I get an epidural because my body was so tensed up from my pain that it put my dilating at a standstill. They thought that if I had an epidural it would relax me enough so my body could do what it needed to do. They were right. The minute I got the epidural I felt like a whole new woman. I was completely relieved of my pain. Phew. It was such a nice break. I had control of how much of the medicine I was getting, so I was able to keep feeling in my legs which was important to me as I wanted to be able to push fully when the time came. I would strongly recommend an epidural if you get to the place I was at with pain. There is no way I could have continued that way for over 12 hours.

IMG_7377copyA half hour after I got the epidural they checked me again and I had progressed to a 4. They then decided that they wanted to speed up the process and gave me pitocin in my IV drip. My parents had just gone down to the cafeteria when my midwife and nurse came running into the room and started flipping me onto my left side. They were really quiet but they had concern written  all over their faces. I couldn’t figure out what was going on until they then tried flipping me onto my right and I could see the Baby’s heart rate monitor. Royal had been staying between 140-150 bpm during my pregnancy and labor but when I now looked he was at 70 bpm! I started to panic. They then gave me oxygen and kept moving me trying to give Royal some relief. My midwife asked another nurse to get the doctor and it became apparent to me that I was about to get a cesarean section. FINALLY his heart rate started coming back up after they had me about on my head and rolled completely onto my left side. PRAISE GOD! I have never been more terrified in my entire life. I am so thankful that the staff was fast acting and were able to help my boy and also save me from a c-section.

IMG_7381copyApparently Royal had a negative reaction to the pitocin and that’s what caused the severe drop in his heart rate. After the pitocin was stopped my body took over and within an hour and a half I went from a 4 to a 10 and they told me it was time to push! AH! I couldn’t believe how quickly it went and I honestly didn’t feel mentally ready to start pushing. My nurse cleared the room of everyone but my mom and Scott, and began preparation for delivery. My epidural chose this moment to stop working. Yay! *rolls eyes* Natural childbirth time!

I started pushing at around 3:30 and was making really great progress until Baby’s head didn’t want to come the last part of the way. Once it was clear he wasn’t going to budge they attached the vacuum to his head and when my next contraction came I pushed and my midwife pulled….nothing. He wouldn’t come. I took my deep breathe and pushed again…the vacuum then snapped off his head. It was then decided that I would be getting an episiotomy. I was nervous about it, but at this point in labor, I was ready to be done and would have done just about anything to get my boy here! With that…he arrived!

IMG_7320copyRoyal Matthew was born at 4:53 pm and was immediately placed on my chest. My mom later told me that my face went from a look of pain and exhaustion to one of complete love and joy at my first sight of him. I’ve been made a believer of  “love at first sight.” I looked over at Scott and I could see how in love he was with our baby and was touched as his tears flowed freely down his cheeks. The proud daddy did the honors of cutting the umbilical cord and with that we were separate.

I was in awe at Royal’s beauty and also at how big he was! All the doctors had been telling me what a tiny baby I would be getting, and here I was holding a 7lb 6oz 20inch boy! I couldn’t believe that all of him fit in my belly! All that mattered to me was that he was finally here and he was healthy!! On the APGAR test he scored an 8 at one minute and a 9 at 5 minutes. The tech told us that she never gives a 10 so he was as healthy as it gets. God is so good!

IMG_7344copyScott then got to hold Royal for the first time and once again his tears came. I have never been more attracted to my husband as I was in those moments. Seeing your tiny baby placed in the arms of the man you love is about as good as it gets. I can still sit for hours watching Scott interact with our son, it’s just so precious and sweet to me.

IMG_7328copyI finally have my family. It’s been such a long long road to get here but every step was necessary to get right where we are. I am so thankful for a God that made my every wish and dream come true with one tiny little boy’s entrance into the world! He’s my rainbow after the storm and my everything! There is not one thing I wouldn’t do for this little man and I’m absolutely alright with the fact that my world now entirely revolves around him and his care. I am taken with him. Everything about Royal turns me into mush! I can’t get enough of him! When I set him down to do the dishes or something else I immediately miss him. This is a foreign love I’ve never known before but it somehow feels completely natural to me. I.am.in.love.

IMG_7318copyThank you everyone for your continued prayer and support, and please keep it coming as we now raise this sweet boy!

–Name meaning–
Royal: child of the King
Matthew: God’s gift

Welcome Royal Matthew, you are so very loved!

IMG_7370copy“For this child I prayed and the Lord has granted the desires of my heart”
-1 Samuel 1:27

•Photos by Olive Gray Photography•

Twosome.

8 Jul

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As impatient as we are for our new little addition to get here we’re trying to remember that our time as a twosome is almost over. I’m going to miss the simple nights of us just sitting on the couch in complete boredom! I’ve been told that you’ll miss being bored when a baby comes so I’m trying to soak it all in! Scott is my very best friend and part of me is sad that we won’t have the alone time that we’ve had over the past 8-9 years, but now we’ll be sharing the time with a little guy who is 50% Scott and 50% me! I couldn’t think of a better person to be stealing time from us.

It will be quite awhile before we will be able to pack up the car for a day at the beach or a night out on the town so we’re trying to squeeze in as many of the activities we love while we still can. It’s crazy to think that we won’t have the same freedoms we have now but it’s so exciting thinking of staying at home as a family and just pouring out our love onto “Smalls.” Even changing diapers together sounds rather romantic to me. (Haha)  Boy, times have changed.

I pray that we will always find the romance in the simple things of our new life and find joy even in the times of frustration. I can only see my love growing deeper for my husband as we now take on the role as parents! It’s incredibly intimidating but there’s no one else I would choose to walk this journey with. I can’t wait for the first moment I see my tiny son placed into Scott’s arms. Just the visual image in my head gives me the most intense butterflies. Scott will be such a natural father and will give this boy the most wonderful childhood!

I’m so lucky to have such an incredible life partner! God truly knew what He was doing when He brought us together at the tender age of 16. I stand in awe sometimes at just how well God thought out my life and how He knew what I needed so much better than I ever did! I am blessed. I could say it over and over and still not come close to expressing how extremely blessed I am! I hope I never forget.

So in these last few weeks (could be days) I will be content to spend every moment I can with the man I said “I do” to 3 years ago and patiently await the biggest gift we’ve ever been given: our son!

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Soon to be Mom.

10 May

This Mother’s Day I’ll be taking some time to reflect on the last year and how I thought I may never get the blessing of a child or the gift of being a Mommy. Words can’t even describe how thankful I am to be sitting here in my third trimester with a rib kicking baby boy only months away from making his way into the world. This little miracle will be the light of my life! I will never take him for granted because I know what an absolute blessing he is.

When you have lived the nightmare of miscarriage you are fully able to grasp how very precious a little life is. I can’t say I’m thankful for the loss we endured last July but I am thankful that we have this knowledge and through that the appreciation for our little boy. I pray that I am able to be the very best Mom I can be to our son and I know God will help me through all of the struggles just as He helped me through the last roller-coaster of a year. It blows my mind to realize that we have come completely full circle this July. How can a July of the first year be an absolute terror and the very next year be the best month of our lives?! I’m in amazement that our son’s due date fell in the same month! Talk about redeeming a month that I thought I would always dread! I will always cringe when we land on July 4th, in memory of our lost baby, but no longer does the entire month have a dark gloomy cloud surrounding it. God is amazing like that! He takes what was an absolute life shattering experience and turns it into something complete and beautiful. He never leaves our side as He reveals His glorious plans for our lives.

I am beginning to get so impatient for “Smalls” to get here! Every time he wiggles or drags his elbow across my stomach I just smile and wish I could cuddle him up! Then in the same breathe I get sad thinking of him not being in my tummy anymore. I like that he’s just mine right now and I don’t have to share him. (Haha.)

I was watching a TV show recently where the mom was helping her child get ready to leave for college and I started crying! Scott asked me what the heck was happening and I told him through tears “He’s going to leave me and go to college someday!!” My husband was shocked and said while laughing, “Alyssa, he’s not even born yet!” I blame the hormones but I know that I’m going to hold onto every one of these beautiful moments of him growing up like they are sand slipping through my fingers. I hear too often that children grow up way too fast and it terrifies me to think that I won’t be there for every cuddle, smile, and milestone he goes through! I can’t wait to watch him as he grows up and becomes the man God created him to be, although I secretly pray it goes by ever so slowly!

I am so happy and proud that I get to be the one he calls Mommy! Happy Mother’s Day!

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Proud.

30 Mar

Proud Wife:

Happy to report that after over a year and a half of Air Force training Scott is finally able to start his job!!

It’s been a long and frustrating road for him and I know he’s relieved to have it behind him. Although the long wait for security clearance and training delays that plagued the first portion of his training were annoying, the last part was the most aggravating as he was put on medical hold and his classmates started finishing and then deploying without him. I was thankful to have him home for the extra time but when you’re married your spouse’s frustrations become your own. Scott was just ready to be through the program and to become “a real boy” as he says. (Haha.) The final stage of training is putting what he has learned into practice with 6 scenario flights which he passed with FLYING colors! ;) I am a very proud wife! It’s wonderful to see all of his hard work and time pay off.

It seems so odd that this chapter of our lives is at a close. Training is all we really know of the Air Force life so we’re both trying to figure out how to adjust to the next portion. I had such mixed feelings knowing training was almost over because I knew that what comes next is the ongoing deployments that come with Scott’s job. Most people in the Air Force don’t have frequent deployments that you can count on and they come more as a surprise than a guarantee. Scott’s job is not this way. He will be deployed every 5 months for 4 months, and once it starts it just keeps rotating like that. That’s a lot of time spent away from home and a scary thing to be overshadowing you as you grow a tiny infant in your belly.

A few weeks before his training wrapped up we heard rumor that Scott would be deploying in June, a month before the baby is due, and then a few days before he finished it was confirmed that he was on the list. As you can imagine this gave me a bit of a heavy worried heart but I prayed and tried to just let it sit in God’s very capable hands.

When Scott got over to his new squadron he was able to talk to one of his superiors and she said that she would do what she could but with his rank there wouldn’t be a whole lot of pull. He continued what he was doing and within a few minutes she came back and told him he was now assigned to a different flight and would be deploying a few months after the due date! Praise God! Now we can fully rejoice in Scott’s graduation to “real boy!” It’s still going to be hard to have him gone with the baby being  just a few months old but at least he’s not going to miss the most important thing of seeing his son come into the world. He will also have time to spend bonding with the baby which is very important for both Baby and Daddy. We are thankful and blessed.

It’s going to take yet another adjustment to get us through this next chapter but as always God has us covered and He’s working all things together for our good! What comfort we have in that!

Proud Mommy:

We had our 20 week anatomy ultrasound this month which showed baby boy is progressing  just as he should and he’s not lacking any of the things he needs to thrive on the outside! He’s in great health and is growing just as he should. He’s a little fellow though, coming in at the 25th percentile! I guess that’s what we get for nicknaming him “Smalls.” (Haha.)

You’re always so relieved when the Doc doesn’t have any concerns and just keeps saying how great things look! We are happy parents! He’s growing strong in there and his kicks are getting to be almost painful at times. A couple weeks ago I had my iPad resting on my stomach and the next thing I know it’s on the floor because the little mister kicked it off! I laughed and laughed.

It’s hard to believe that he will be here in just a few short months. Time is sure flying, but I hear it will start slowing down to a drag soon. I’m already growing impatient to snuggle him up!

(Here’s one of the latest looks at our guy! Scott pointed out, and it was funny to see, that the kid appears to have my nose! I love him.)

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Boy.

27 Feb

This month we had one of the most exciting appointments in pregnancy: the gender reveal ultrasound! I was on pins and needles for the entire week leading up to this day. I couldn’t wait to know what we were having so that I could fully picture the little person joining our family! I was also anxious to start getting all the baby prep done that was on hold because of this missing piece of information, like the nursery and picking out clothes for “Smalls.” I just couldn’t wait!

When Scott and I were praying for baby, as we started wanting to start a family, we prayed that the Lord would give us EXACTLY what we needed! We wanted the gender, personality, and everything else to be the perfect fit for us. We prayed to be given a child that Scott and I could be the very best parents to. We didn’t care what that looked like in God’s eyes because we knew He would only give us the very best! Gender especially, we were very open to whatever! We could see ourselves parenting a boy or a girl and loving them equally.

Since our first ultrasound, and maybe even a bit before  that, I had an intense gut feeling that baby was a boy. I am one who gets my mind set on something and suddenly my heart gets involved and then I am completely sold on one idea and there’s no going back. Baby’s gender was this same way. I would get rather pouty when people told me they thought I was having a girl because I just felt in my heart my first child is a boy! Silly I know because there’s really no way to tell what the heck you’re having until you go to the appointment. Even the “wives tale”  test told me “girl” and I wouldn’t accept it. Boy boy boy boy boy is all I could accept. Stubborn me!

The nights before the ultrasound I hardly slept! I just kept tossing and turning trying to reason with myself what the baby could really be. Needless to say, I pointlessly wasted a lot of Z’s doing this. There are so many feelings going into this appointment, you worry if you’ll actually be excited with the results and you wonder if you’ll really be able to parent one gender or the other. You face a lot of doubt in yourself during the lead up. I finally had to pray for God to calm my heart so that I could just rest in His perfect plan for us and this baby.

Finally the morning of the ultrasound was here! I drank my 16 ounces of water as directed and jumped into the car! My heart was racing as Scott drove us along the way and it sped even more quickly as he pulled into the parking space. The moment had arrived!!

Baby did NOT want to show us what was going on below. “Smalls” was sleeping or something because there was no rolling over or anything to give us a peek! I had to keep turning onto my side and back to my back just to try to get any type of movement. It’s like the baby knew  what we were after and was not going to budge! Shy much? At last Baby started becoming more active, about 20 minutes into the appointment, and gave us what we were looking for. The tech told us “here’s some boy parts” a little less glamorous than “it’s a boy!” but…we’ll take it! I burst into tears, exclaiming “I’m so happy!” My gut had been right and I was getting my little boy. Scott was so excited he said “I got my hunting and fishing buddy!” We were already proud parents to this little guy. I then looked at the tech and told her “I can only hope he is this good at keeping his parts to himself when High School hits!” (Haha.)

We then sent this out to our parents and siblings to reveal the news!:

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Scott then called up Krispy Kreme to order our blue filled donuts for our gender reveal party that evening! Yum!

At our small group we had everyone choose either a pink or blue clothespin as their vote and then at the end we had one of our friends bite into a donut and show the blue contents! “Boy!!!” It was just so much fun to share our joy with everyone! After the party was over I was able to post on Facebook our official reveal and we were so blessed by all the congratulations and well wishes of our friends! We were happy to celebrate with everyone even with the hundreds of miles separating us.

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(Scott thought the blue teeth were a nice finishing touch. Haha.)

When Scott and I were younger we always said we wanted a boy first because then there would always be a big brother to watch out for his younger siblings. God gave us our wish years later in this little miracle! Our baby already means so very much to us and we’re happy to be having a son! We are blessed beyond belief!!

Now comes the hard part…finding a name…

Wish us luck!! xoxo

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