my cup runneth over...

I had, hands down, one of the best days of my life yesterday.

I hardly slept a wink Monday night I was so excited (and a bit nervous) about our ultrasound Tuesday. I was dying to find out what Shim was, but also, I just really, really, wanted a healthy baby.

We've got a healthy baby.

Our ultrasound technician was AMAZING. This pregnancy has been a miracle in itself, but one of the greatest gifts God has given us is the people He keeps putting in our baby's life. Dr. O, who is our little miracle worker, and now this lady who made us smile, laugh, and cry yesterday. Who let us watch our little one bounce around for over 45 minutes. Who talked us through every body part because she completely understood the road we'd been down to get to this point.

The first thing she said to us was she was so happy for us that we were finally getting to see a 20 weeks ultrasound with our history. I loved her. Putty in her hands. I laid back and pulled up my shirt. She gasped when she saw the bruises all over my belly (from my heparin- it's why I don't do bare belly shots, it's so not pretty!). We talked a little more about my medications and what all we were doing to keep this baby healthy.

"That sounds like a Dr. O cocktail".

"It is" we said.

"Isn't he just great. He sure is a miracle worker".

Clearly we agree.

Then we got to see our babe. At first it was just laying there and she was talking to us about something, so I had to interrupt her and ask if there was a heartbeat.

There was.

Next she asked if we wanted to know the gender. I said duh immediately. Mr. Perfect hemmed and hawed. He didn't have to know if he didn't want to, but this girl was dying! We let her tell us.

She flipped to the other side of the baby and there it was. I couldn't tell what it was, but Mr. Perfect knew immediately. He asked if that was it. She said "yep. There's her little girl parts!!"

OHMYGOSH. WE'RE HAVING A LITTLE GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I busted into tears immediately. I kept saying over and over, "It's a girl?!?". Mr. Perfect asked her to check again. Thankfully our little princess decided to keep her legs wide open (we're going to have to talk about that when she gets here!) and we got a great view.

She spent the rest of the time showing us individual body parts; her perfect little nose, her lips, her pointy little chin (my side), her fingers, her feet (monkey feet- mine as well!), her adorable little belly, her head, and her perfect heart.

She's perfect. She's gorgeous. And I'm completely head over heels in love.

A few months before I even got pregnant, I sat in church during the invitation and prayed for our family. All of a sudden I knew that the next time we did this, the next time we tried, it would work. I just knew it. That peace came over me in a way I can't even describe. It didn't stop me from freaking out when I found out, but I still knew.

That same peace has been with me this whole time. Somehow I've known at every appointment that this baby would be fine. That this one would be the one that stuck with us. That this one would be our miracle. Oh God I can never thank You enough.

Early on I had a gut feeling this was little girl. Then it changed and I was convinced it was a little boy. I felt as my belly got bigger that it looked like a boy belly and somewhere inside I just felt like it was our son. It was odd though, every time I actually dreamed of the baby, it was a girl. Then this past week, every time I mentioned the baby I said "her". Even the bestest who also has sworn the whole time it was a boy, started saying "her". I think my little girl was getting tired of being called a boy. I honestly would have been happy with either a boy or a girl. Thrilled actually, but I've always wanted a little girl at some point and now I'm being blessed with a daughter.

I can't stop saying that. My little girl.

Oh my gosh, we're going to have a daughter!!! We're going to be so broke!!!