The Unveiling. In picture form, at least.

**Update: Trust me, we're not trying to be mysterious by "withholding". :) But I do want to tell my mom first before the word just gets *out there* and out of our hands. So...until then just consider me your personal lesson on patience. Yeah, I know... you're welcome. *wink*

She gets back Sunday night. So it may not be until Monday. But trust me, we are soooo excited and soooo ready to talk about it with people. No one...not even my bestest (and she has sweetly promised to not corner my children for info at church)...know yet.

BUT I have to say that this whole "family secret" thing we got going on between me, the hub, and the girls is kind of sweet, being that we always share everything immediately. xo


Here we are. 7:45 in the MORNING. Dropping the kidlets off at Jolanthe's as we head in to the get the Long Awaited Sonogram.




I figured that it would be too chaotic to take the older two girls into that little sonogram room. Being that Charis wanted a boy. And Selah wanted a girl. It could have been ... um, not pretty.

So they were all too happy to go play with two of their best friends. Of course, having NO clue what Jet and I were doing. Had they known we were going to look at the "doctor's computer screen," they would have insisted to come with.

And yes...allow me to scream it from the rooftops...I am a Dork. Why even try and hide the obvious?

A huge thanks goes out to my great friend, Jolanthe, for watching my girls and taking these pictures. If you are interested in a photo shoot from her, she is in the yellow pages under "Yo Mamma Studio" *wink*

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Last night as Jet and I lay awake in bed, we were both full of anticipation for today's "Revealing". I know that many people don't find out the gender at the 20 weeks ultrasound. For many many personal reasons. I respect that and in a SMALL (very itty bitty) way envy them it. :) But I'm just wired in a completely different manner.

(This is a side note for the all those people who corner pregnant women in the church bathroom and tell them they are demented parents for finding out. Yes, this did happen...two weeks ago. I'm telling you, church bathrooms are dangerous places when you are pregnant. For some reason women tend to feel extremely comfortable sharing their personal views about your body, pregnancy, and parenting skills in the restroom....maybe it's the fact that they just had their pants down shooing aside all sense of propriety?... But I digress...)


ANYWAY, though I do feel connected to and pray for the unborn baby in my womb...it's like something really kicks in and says "Alright! Let's get serious about the business of interceding for this Little One" when I know more about the little baby hidden within my womb.

And it's like I can suddenly devote everything in me to the REALITY of who I know this baby to be (girl vs. boy)...and all the hidden hopes that my heart carries for it become catapulted into more knowledgeable prayers.

Anyway, it just happens to be one of the many ways that Jet and I bond with this baby before we ever get to hold it in our arms.

And now...we know. We got to see and bond with our little one...



...The precious, precious profile :)





...The frequent smiling. Though we were unable to get it in picture form, the baby was full of smiles. This was the "almost smile".

For those of you that aren't aware of what babies look like at this point in pregnancy...they have very little, if any, fat. So they look pretty...well, like this picture. :) Don't be afraid. Baby looks completely normal. Well, obviously in an "above average" sort of way. hee hee

... The sweet personality! It completely shone through as the baby played, grasped, and pushed at the umbilical cord which was right in front of its mouth.

Thankfully, we happened to get the sonogram person (do they have an official name?) who likes to play around. She was all too happy to switch it to 4D and let us watch our baby play for a while, revealing more and more of the budding personality.

...And obviously the GENDER!

Though my mom DID call from England...we missed it, only getting to hear her voice via answering machine. And she forgot my cell phone number. *pout* But she promises to call tonight IF she can get to a phone (she's leading a missions team so they are really, really busy).

Both Jet's and my hearts are *bursting* to tell our WONDERFUL WONDERFUL news. But for now, we won't. We will wait until he and I can actually see each other alone and marvel together over what the Lord has done for us as a family.