Gender Reveal

Since the day I told my best friends that I was pregnant, they said that they were going to throw me a gender reveal party. One of my oldest and dearest friends, Bry, and my mom had the brilliant idea of using paint for the big reaveal. She bought a thin sheet of wood and pinned black balloons all over it filled with different shades of the  gender paint color (either pink or blue) and Matt and I threw darts to pop the paint onto the wood canvas. It is now hanging up in the nursery :)  

Ever since I was little, I wanted a baby girl. I wanted the tea parties, dress up nights, princess movie marathons, mommy/daughter dates, teaching her how to do her hair and make up, and going shopping every chance we could get. I have an amazing relationship with my mom and wanted a girl so we could have the same bond. 

I was absolutely sure that I was pregnant with a girl. I had the theme for the baby shower picked out, her nursery colors, clothes and headbands I wanted to buy her, and her daddy and I were set on a name. Every wives tale told me that I was having a girl and my belly is definitely more watermelon shaped than basketball shaped. 

When it came time for the gender reveal party, I KNEW the paint was going to be pink. 

*POP!*

Surprise!

 It's a BOY!!!! 

As you can tell, we were both SHOCKED!! 

I kind of just stood there with my jaw on the ground for a minute then started looking around like "is this a joke?" I looked over at Bry, because she filled the balloons, and said "Is that blue? Are you sure?"  (Bry is the one in the background of the picture making the cray face haha.) 

Then came the tears and hugs and people shouting "Nu uh!" "No way!" 

My two friends who knew the gender before anyone else came up and gave me gifts. They bought me cute NB clothes and said "See! Boy stuff can be cute too!" 

Our family and friends kept asking me if I was okay and I could feel everyone looking at me seeing what I do and say. I was still just in shock that it was a boy. I didn't really have any feelings yet. 

Once the party was over and people started to leave, our immediate families and a few friends wanted to go to dinner. I told them to go ahead and Matt and I would meet them there. They all left and I cried. And cried. I tried to hide it when we got into the car but Matt could tell something was wrong. After about the 20th time of him asking me what was wrong I finally blurted out "I don't know what to do with a boy!" 

It took about a week, a few pep talks from friends and family, and buying cute baby boy clothes and nursery decor, but I became really happy. I might not get the princess dress up nights and he may not like shopping or tea parties but I don't even mind anymore.

I can't wait to help him beat those levels on his video games that he can't beat. I can't wait to take him to every baseball and football and golf practice and cheer him on at every game. I can't wait to see his face light up when we take him to the Science Museum in SF and the Aquarium. I can't wait to teach him about his Heavenly Father and raise him to be a man of God.  

Here is our sweet baby boy at 26 weeks. He has his daddy's big kissy lips and his mommy's chin. 

I hope he knows just how much his mom and dad love him already.