A Ball of Nerves

Dearest Baby,

Well, it's only a few more days until we find out if you're a little boy or a little girl (Lord willing), and would you believe that I'm actually nervous?

Of course, I am impatient, too, but that's to be expected. And, quite frankly, today was the first day I became impatient, so I'm just glad that I haven't been counting down days for a month and will only be counting down the time for a few days, instead.

But I'm actually nervous, which is something I really didn't expect.

What if you're not a boy?

What if you're not a girl?

My stomach turns with both of these thoughts. I get nervous just thinking that you may not be a girl. I get nervous just thinking that you may not be a boy.

I suppose it's a good thing that I actually dread you not being either gender - that means that whether you're a boy or a girl, I'll be beyond thrilled, because I honestly can't decide which gender I would prefer.

Every time I think, "I hope it's a boy," the very next thought is "But a girl would be so wonderful." And vice versa.

I can hardly wait until Wednesday.

I'm hoping and praying that we'll find out your gender; if we don't, I will be so impatient to have another ultrasound!

So, here's hoping you reveal yourself to us :)

I love you so, so much, sweet Baby.

I can't wait to be able to call you "my daughter" or "my son." I get butterflies just thinking about it.

All My Heart,

Momma