Outnumbered

Andy and I made this deal early on in my pregnancy. You see, I was sure this baby #3 of ours was a girl. Andy, of course, was positive it had a little something between the legs. For the record, I have never been wrong about the gender of my babies. However, Andy was absolutely sure. Which, in turn, made me question my own accuracy. Not to mention dreamed two nights in a row that I had a baby boy. So, despite my gut feeling, I was worried that maybe I was wrong. However, I held to my guns, and reminded Andy of our deal: no matter what the baby was, the one of us who was right wasn't allowed to gloat. When we went in for my sonogram March 1st, it was boys against girls. Ava and I sure we'd be busting out her old baby clothes, Andy and Jax sure we'd be expanding our monster truck collection.

So, in we went. Of course, they have to do all the measurements and what not before they actually tell you what the baby is. Apparently, this is the more important part of the sonogram, but it certainly wasn't what any of us were looking forward to. Ava, unaware of just how long the process would take, repeatedly reminded Serena (our wonderful ultrasound tech) that she was still waiting to know the gender of her younger sibling. The baby, who obviously already understands its role as the obnoxious younger sibling, would not stay still. Instead, it rolled from side to side not showing its face and making the shot between the legs a little difficult. All of this while Ava impatiently asked, "When are we going to find out what it is?"

Finally, I saw it as clear as could be. I told Serena I knew what it was, then verified with her. She then, let me tell my family.

"Ava, you're going to be so excited!"
"It's a girl?" she asked, with an enormous smile on her face.
"It's a girl," I said with just as big a smile.

Andy didn't say much. I think he was really just so surprised that it wasn't a boy. Jax on the other hand, didn't seem to mind the news until a few minutes later when we said something about his baby sister.

"I'm not having a baby sister. It's a baby brother."
"No, honey, it's a girl. You're going to have a baby sister," I soothed.

That's when the crying started, and the repeated wales of, "I want a baby brother."

I reminded him that when he was born he brought Ava a present and that his baby sister would bring him a present too, and suggested he talk to my belly so his baby sister knew just what he was wishing for.

He slowly walked up to my round belly, an impish grin on his face, placed his mouth very close to my belly button and said, "Baby sister, I would like a Bulldozer monster truck." And that was that. He's been okay with having a baby sister every since.

After the appointment, the kids chose a "coming-home-from-the-hospital" outfit for the baby at Target. Of course, it's full of bright, bold colors and sparkles. It'll be her first taste of what to expect when she gets home.

On our way home I made sure Andy was okay with having another girl. He smiled and said "Yes, of course!" but then joked that he and Jax are outnumbered and won't have a vote in the house. I joked back that he should know that they never had a vote in the first place.