Saturday’s gender reveal for our baby was one of the most memorable and special days. Ryan and I will treasure it forever. The moment of finding out the gender of our bean is one we will never forget, and not just for the obvious reasons…
As lightly mentioned in our blogiversary/pregnancy announcement, conceiving wasn’t the easiest thing in the world for us. What they say is true, once you decide to expand your family the last thing you want is to wait for it to happen. Our journey to baby could have been a lot more painful and trying like other deserving couples have experienced, but the road we walked was still one I wouldn’t wish on anyone longing for a baby.
I had dreamed of being a mom for years. We even had a name picked out for a girl (a family name on Ryan’s side). Each month that passed with no baby was a dagger in my heart. We are healthy young people, why was this happening to us? It seemed so easy for everyone else. Through the pain I found myself holding on to faith, and I don’t know why, but I would speak to a child yet to be conceived.
Maybe it is because we only had a girl’s name picked out, but I would talk to a girl. I’d tell her when she was ready to be here, I was ready to be her mom and that I couldn’t wait to meet her. Finally we had been trying long enough for a doctor to see me, though I had home fertility tests screaming that I needed to be looked at. It was a week before my first infertility appointment that I found out I was pregnant. Joy would be an understatement in that moment Ryan and I shared.
From the minute I saw our baby’s image for the first time at 8 weeks, I felt like it was a girl. As the pregnancy went on, I was only having “girl symptoms.”
Fast-forward to the day of our gender reveal. More than anything, I wanted a healthy baby, but as we drew closer to the reveal I knew I was about to find out if I had been getting the wrong gender feelings all along. It wasn’t just my gut telling me girl, I was getting signs left and right. For example, the first Youtube video I watched for what a growing girl bump looked like was played out to our recessional song from our wedding. (FYI that video still makes me cry.) On the day of our party itself, I was starred down by a baby girl when getting the reveal balloon filled, then later when leaving the bank, there was one single little pink slipper left behind in a parking spot next to us.
I wasn’t the only one thinking girl. Ryan was 90% sure we were expecting a daughter, and from the minute it was announced to my parents we were expecting they were thinking pink. They even came up with a nickname for her within days. Any texts with baby updates were replied with pink bow emojis and calling the baby “Pia” short for the sweet pea my parents were confident was on the way.
Trust your gut- that’s what I always say! The crowd (crammed on the deck) went wild.After the pink sunk in I exclaimed, “Lula Lee is here!” As expected, this revelation brought me to tears instantly. My dream of this little girl is coming true and we get to name our love bug after Ryan’s rocking 93 year old granny, who herself, was named after her strong aunt.
As for our gender reveal party coming together and being everything we had dreamed of, I couldn’t have pulled it off without my mom (and dad!). She hosted it, provided a beautiful display of fruits and veggies, and surprised me left and right with little details throughout the house. My garden themed party came together thanks to her and my dad. Their efforts were enough to make me cry…over and over. I owe a big thanks to them, my grandma who sewed the Baby Ball banner, my mom’s friend who created the wives tale board, Ryan’s folks who brought extra treats and beverages, and our family friend, Brad. He has photographed our biggest moments from engagement to the reveal of our baby’s gender.
See you in September, Lula!!!