Some women have a sixth sense about the gender of each of their babies (and often about the gender of other women’s babies, as well).
I am not one of those women.
For my first three children, I was 1 for 3 on predicting gender correctly. I thought my first was a boy (nope), my second was a boy (yep), and that my third was a girl (nope). I’ve long since given up trusting my gut too much when it comes to announcing what I personally think I’m having.
But this final pregnancy has been different.
My intuition may have been off multiple times in the past, but even when we had back-to-back losses before this pregnancy, I still kept hoping that I had one final healthy pregnancy in me because I’ve felt for years — YEARS! — that there was one more girl who was supposed to be in our family. When Matt and I decided that this was going to be my last pregnancy no matter what, I knew that this was the final chance for that gut feeling to finally come to pass, for that final girl — that final puzzle piece — to complete our family.
And I was right.
The funny thing was, it hasn’t been just me — several people in our families and even some of our closest friends have confessed that they’ve thought the baby was a girl from the beginning, even going so far as to pray specifically for our baby girl (even before we’d revealed what we were having).
We obviously would have been thrilled either way, but this feels right — like I can close the book on this stage of my life of pregnancies and deliveries without having any nagging “But what about…” questions. And Raven, in particular, is THRILLED that she’s finally going to have a sister, which is something she’s wanted for a very long time.
So there you have it —
We’ll be able to finally meet this beautiful BABY GIRL sometime in mid to late May.
We can’t wait.