Not pickles and peanut butter. If you read this post, you know that I haven’t been craving much during this pregnancy. No, my obsession has not been food related. One word can describe my pregnancy obsession: Gender. Boy or girl. Pink or blue…..Two boys or one of each.
Why the obsession with gender? I’m not sure, really. Before getting pregnant with #2 I would have told you that I wanted at least 3 children. Since being pregnant this time, and feeling yucky 24 hours a day for the past 15 weeks, I have changed my tune a bit. I have told my husband that if I start asking for a third child, he is to remind me of how I have felt these past 15 weeks. It might sound selfish, and in the grand scheme of things, 15 weeks…16 weeks…2o weeks, whatever, isn’t that long when the reward is a bouncing bundle of joy. So, we’ll see what happens, but for now, I am dreaming of all of the fun stuff my cute little family of four will get to do together. Still, what does this have to do with gender?
This might be our last child. So, if it is a boy, I won’t have a daughter. If it is a girl, I’ll have one of each. Simple. But until last week I don’t think I could honestly tell you which one I wanted to happen. Part of me would love having a daughter, but another part of me thinks that two boys would be so fun! Then, last Friday night we went to eat pizza at a friends house.
That friend had a couple friends over and the conversation naturally turned to our children and who is having how many, etc. The friend said that her 4 year old daughter has been asking for a baby sister. To which she replied ‘Well, we don’t get to choose what kind of baby we get. God gives us the kind of baby he thinks our family needs.’ I don’t know that I have ever felt more convicted in my life. It was definitely an ‘Ah-ha’ moment for me. I had been so wrapped up in trying to decide what I wanted for my family that I had forgotten that it has already been perfectly planned out. Yes, the baby is a boy or a girl, but it is so much more than that, and the best part is, I don’t have to decide anything. Phew, thank goodness. God has chosen this baby to be in our family because he/she is exactly the right fit for us.
So I think this post could also be titled ‘A lesson meant for a 4 year old that totally spoke to me’ or something of the sort.
I can truthfully say that I am completely at peace about the gender of this baby. I am still really excited to find out WHAT it is, but when I do find out, I know I will be thrilled either way….because either way, it was meant to be!