Boy or Girl....Girl or Boy?????

 37 weeks, 6 days...that's where the pregnancy stands.  Someday in the next 2-4 weeks we should find out which outfit this Baby will be wearing home from the hospital.  The diaper bag is packed and ready to go.  My hospital bag is packed and ready to go.  Names are semi-settled on.  There is a new car seat kicking around in the back of the van.  The Moses Basket is finally dusted off and ready for use.  Burp rags, newborn diapers, onesies and blanket sleepers have been washed in Dreft and put away in the changing table.  Swaddling blankets stand at attention.

 And there are three VERY anxious siblings waiting to hold a new brother or sister.  Ezra and Caroline have both guessed "boy" and Nora has guessed "girl".  I am not sure.  When I look at that darling little hot air balloon outfit and the pretty girl blanket fabric, I think it must be a girl.  And I just love our girl name--it's pretty well set. 

But then I see this sweet little boy outfit that Daddy bought one day on his lunch break, and I think--"oh it's gotta be a boy".
This is the part I LOVE about not knowing.  The excitement builds and builds.  My anxiety over labor and delivery also builds and builds, but that's not exactly exciting.  The Lord is helping me not to be as terrified as last time (when I remember to ask Him).  But I'm still pretty scared.  My doctor says he doesn't think I'll make it to my due date, for whatever that is worth.  This time around, I wouldn't mind being a teensy bit early.  That way we have the big event over with before the kids start school.  That makes the first day a whole lot less stressful for me.  And it also gives Ezra and Caroline a chance to be home a bit with the Baby.  They have just been dying to hold him, to kiss her, to help Mommy with this new little one.  I want them to have that chance before they have to rush out the door each morning and come home exhausted each afternoon while they get used to all the energy that school takes.  And that way we could have some lazy, cuddly mornings together without the mad-rush to eat breakfast, get dressed, pack lunches, feed the baby, grab the back packs, tie the shoes, load up the kids, buckle all the car seats and get to school on time enough to not have to walk into the office and sign a tardy note. 
So Baby, we're ready when you are!