April 25th is the big day that we find out the sex of the baby. In the past week or so I have become SO totally, overwhelming, annoyingly impatient. I'm ready to know..is this baby an Archer or a Laela?? I NEED to know.
With Xander, by fluke, we found out he was a boy at 14 weeks. Which means that at this point, I had already known for almost 3 weeks. The suspense is killing me!
Every time I go to any store that happens to have a baby section, of course I have to browse. I've been good and only bought one onesie so far, which happens to be light green and could work for either sex. It says "Can I get any cuter?". I may be getting ahead of myself assuming that this child's cuteness level will be unmeasurable, but I have a feeling that if he/she looks anything like his/her brother, he/she is going to be gorgeous! And, I could have just avoided a total of three words and three slashes if I knew the sex already!
We've got a little bit less than a month and then we'll know. I'm so excited to see our little one in 3D/4D and get some good pictures and a DVD to send to Daddy. It's going to be awesome. But more than just that day, I'm excited to be able to start getting things ready for this baby. I'm excited to be able to refer to this little one by name. I'm excited to mail off Robert's "It's A..." package. I'm excited to reach my half way mark of this pregnancy with a healthy little bundle that is on his or her way to meeting a family that cannot wait to hold, kiss, hug, and love him/her!
Hoping for a "her" btw! But happy with either, no doubt!