Here comes the son?

Tomorrow (if baby cooperates) we get to find out the gender of our third child!  This is such a big deal to us.  Chris and I were talking about the three best moments of pregnancy-  1.) finding out you're pregnant in the first place, 2.) finding out the gender, and 3.) actually having the baby.  We are so thrilled to do this.  When I made the ultrasound appointment about a month and a half ago, I felt like it was forever away.  I was in agony that my cousins who are due at the same time already knew what they were having.  Now, it is just hours until we know.  And then my list of boys and girls names will switch to just girl or just boy.  Crazy!

I go both ways with my thoughts.  I don't feel like I am one of those women who instinctually know what they are having.  I do feel like there are HUGE differences between this pregnancy and my first two.  For one, I have been very sick with this one.  With Hallie and Claire those moments were fleeting.  With this baby, the daily deep nauseua started early at 5 weeks and lasted until about 15 weeks.  And at 20 weeks I still get sick for several hours a day, several times a week.  But, I am thrilled for the break from the daily.  Please note - I don't intend to whine here - I am just stating facts.  Also, with both my pregnancies with my girls, my skin cleared up beautifully.  This pregnancy has presented non-stop, painful cystic acne.  There are surely hormonal differences.  So, it makes me think this baby could be boy. 

But the other part of me thinks we're fated to have just girls.  And, my three childhood friends (who currently have two daughters) have all had or will have their third child be a boy.  Somehow I feel like just because their ultrasound said "boy," mine will say "girl." 

I know it sounds cliche but I am so thrilled either way.  The boy is something new.  It's fresh.  It's new boy clothes.  It's experiencing what it is like to say the words "my son."  And I would love to see Chris have a son.  When you have a husband this good, it just seems wrong he wouldn't pass that down to another boy.  We just need more men like that in the world. 

But I adore my little girls.  Adore them.  You know, I always pictured myself as a mom of boys.  Having daughters has been the most pleasant and thrilling surprise of my life.  They are true joys.

So, here we go about to embark on one of the last truly great surprises of life.  Now that it is here I almost don't want to know.  I said almost.  I'm dying to know.