This past week I went to the doctor for my routine monthly checkup. I was 13 1/2 weeks on the day of the visit and fully expected a quick chat with the doc and then I’d be on my way. Turns out prenatal care is a bit different here.
The doc told me I would receive an ultrasound at every visit until the baby is born. Seriously? How awesome is that? After all, do you ever get tired of seeing these fuzzy little black and white sonar pics??? Not me!
After a few minutes of measuring all of the important stuff the doc asked if I was ready to find out the gender. I was a bit caught off guard because I was only 13 1/2 weeks, but at the same time I was thrilled about the possibility of finding out if we were adding more blue to the house or if tutus and tiaras were in the near future.
It seems that the overwhelming majority think we’re gonna have a little girl on our hands and rightfully so. I mean, you get a 50/50 shot at it 5 times in a row, surely one of those times will be a girl. Not to mention, we already have a girl named picked out, but a boy name seems to be a struggle. Hubby likes one boy name and I’m not a fan; I like another and he’s not a fan. Did I mention we have 4 boys? C’mon. Certainly Doc is going to tell me we have a little girl coming. Certainly.
And based on the fact that four different people have sent me this picture, I think it’s safe to say that many are rooting for a little girl.
But, I’m not so sure. Don’t get me wrong, I think the picture is just perfect for that family. It’s absolutely adorable.
But, as much as I love the above picture I think we’re going to go with something a bit different.
Based on everything the doctor said I think we’re going to go with something more like this…
It’s a Boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Are we thrilled? Absolutely. Are we surprised? No. Are we honored to raise up 5, count them, 5 boys to the glory of God? You bet.
Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep. Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate. (Psalm 127, ESV)