Since I am schedule c-sections we have been lucky to always get the first morning appt. So on the way to the hospital Steve always stops and gets his egg sandwich and coffee torturing me because I am not allowed to eat.
We always call Steve's grandma the night before and remind her to light a candle for us at church.
Now as far as knowing the sex of these kids before they arrive that is a whole other craziness I subject myself too. I don't really recall much with Sam because I just assumed she was a boy for some reason I never thought my first would be a girl. Needless to say I was a bit shocked when they said "It's a girl"
With Steven we were already almost out of the 1st trimester when I found out I was pregnant. So when we went for our U/S Steve wanted to find out. I didn't want to know. I feel there are no surprises left and this is really the only one that means the most. So I caved and left Steve to find out. I left the room and went to walk away. As I did I heard him and Sam (who was just over a year at this point) start cheering. So where they cheering because it was a boy or because Sam was getting a sister?!?!? I only lasted until about 2am that night and woke Steve up demanding he spill it. Like Sam, with Steven I don't really remember any "signs" to what the sex was.
Then there is Bella. I can't explain it but I swear I willed her to be a girl. I just knew when I got pregnant I would have a girl and her name would be Isabella Rose. I was obsessed. We never found out until we delivered but I didn't need to because I had lots of signs. One of the big ones I recall was when Sam started pre-school. On her first day she made friends with a little girl. When it was time to leave Sam turned and waved bye to the little girl. She said "I'll see you later Bella" I stopped in my tracks and asked Sam the little girls name and she said it was Bella. The little girls Mom was walking in at the same time so we waited for her. When they came out of the school I asked the Mom the little girls full name and she said it was Isabella Rose. I knew it! I knew then I was having a girl. I can't explain it. For some reason at that time it was more important to me that Sam have a sister then Steven have a brother.
When I convinced Steve to have "just 1 more" I thought there were lots of signs pointing to a boy but they were never as strong as they were when I was pregnant with Bella. Again we never found out until we delivered. I had hoped for a boy so Steve could have a brother. The kids would tell people their Mommy was having a boy. When Sophia came we thought the kids would be upset but when she had to go into the NICU for the couple of days the kids never once said anything about Sophia not being a boy and they were just concerned for their sister. Steven was a very protective big brother. It was sweet.
Here we are today, pregnant again, with the last one I promise. Thankful for this pleasant surprise I am yet again obsessed with my signs. There have been tons of signs pointing to a boy. Everyone says boy. I have none of my cravings I had with Bella and Sophia. I don't remember my cravings with Steven I just know I have nothing I had last time. The kids say boy ALL THE TIME. So much so they are driving me nuts. The thing is they are just so matter of fact about it. I was given this necklace a while back that came on a string with a mini wishbone. I was supposed to wear it, make a wish, and then wear the necklace until the string breaks. Here's the sign...I think. The string was blue. I made the wish but a few days later the string didn't break the wishbone charm fell off. So now what.....did my wish come true I mean the string didn't break. I spend a lot of my day in the car. I take a particular road every day and a few weeks back 4 houses on this 1 block had 4 stork signs on their front lawn. All the signs announced the houses had just had BOYS. That's crazy and I so took it for a sign! 2 weeks ago I was in CVS and I was mentioning to the lady behind the counter that I thought it was a little early to be selling Mothers Day balloons. She agreed and as I stood there waiting to pay I was staring at the balloons - I love balloons - anyway there in the middle was 1 different balloon. It was a "Congrats it's a Boy" balloon....holy cow that was a good sign. There has been a ton of other ones this time around. So here we are 3 days ago and it's time for my ultrasound and the chance to find out. I am unsure and don't think I want to know. Then a superstition falls upon us. We never found out with any of the others BUT with Steven - so the theory is we have to find out because then it will be a boy....of course that's how it works. I cave and tell Steve he can find out. I ask the tech to write down the sex for me and put it in an envelope. I leave the room to run to the car to get Sophia a diaper - she had a mess of an explosion walking into the Dr's office and we barely got her cleaned up when we had to go in. So I come back and now Steve knows but the boy is good - not one damn sign am I getting from him. Nothing in his eyes NOTHING. I stick the envelope in my bag. He lets the nurse guess and she guessed right. I asked Sophia to tell me what the lady said the baby in my belly was and she say's "Boy baby". That's no help that's ALL SHE EVER SAYS. Ughhhhhhh
Last night Steve comes home in time to catch the rest of Steven's first baseball game. I got him there 5 min. late but just in time to make his first at bat. With the bases loaded our son hit's a home run and takes off like a bat out of hell around the bases he was so proud!
Sorry I'm off topic...we get home and Steve leaves this on my desk. He tells me to open the card first but not to do it unless he is with me so he can see my face......are you kidding me?!?!? I was eating dinner and left the card and box there.
To be continued....
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