I’ve known our baby was a girl for quite a while. Everyone I’m close to has known that I wanted
lots of boys…to field a baseball team, to fill the starting D-line for football…and
to help their father with the family business.
But, about a month into the pregnancy, the inkling hit.
I’m really not upset or anything. I mean really?! We have been so exited for
this baby! And as we have been around
Bella, uncle Nathan adores her! I mean, I do too, but I’m getting exited to see
him as a daughter’s father. On many
occasions, Bella and Uncle Nathan have sat in a chair, watched tv and played
with rattles and cell phones for hours.
They’re easily entertained like that. J
After our appointment, we got McDonald’s and Nathan and I
headed to church to eat. Brittany was cooking
tonight so that meant Bella would be there, and I could tell her and Dad the
news. Joel, our pastor and really good
friend, came out and chatted with us.
Nathan chuckled and said, “I guess I need to start working on my
sensitivity.” And I replied, “And I need to get a little better with
compassion.” He reassured us we’ll be
fine, and I’m pretty sure we will be.
Just entertaining. VERY
entertaining.
This also means that my CREATIVITY GETS TO SHINE! I refuse the color pink! REFUSE!
I will do everything in my power to avoid pink at all cost! I’m sure this will backfire when after I withhold
her from pink and she sees it, she’s going to cling to it and demand it! But I
will fight it! Fight it I tell you!
Her name by the way is Ruthie May. Ruthie means companion or dear friend and
May, depending on the website, means the 5th month of the year,
which is my favorite J, but also, it means great. So she’s a great companion!
Darling Ruthie,
Though you may hate me
later in life for withholding pink from you, or embarrassing you, or destroying
your dating life, the love that your father and I have for you is and will
always be immeasurable. I’m scared to
death that I’m going to down right suck at this (please don’t say that until
your in high school at least), but with the help of our Mighty God and your
sweet, sweet father, you will surpass all of our wildest dreams! I’m so anxious to hold you. So anxious. Sigh…
Love, mom