First of all, I better update from last week. I’m not so good at this keeping up with the blog thing… I’m working on it!

I cannot believe the time is almost here! As long as our little sweetheart cooperates, we will find out if we are having a he or she tomorrow. I absolutely cannot wait. I am having to keep myself busy in order to prevent losing my mind! 🙂 We are so excited to be able to start getting the nursery ready, buying clothes, toys, and lots of other stuff. I say we – I know Isaac is excited to know what the baby is going to be, but maybe not so excited to have to paint and spend money! 🙂

The plan is still for all of us to go which I am also super excited about. I think all of us finding out together will be such a sweet and memorable moment. Then, of course, we will need to go out and eat to celebrate either our baby boy or baby girl.

I am actually 19 weeks now, and up until now, I have not had a single “feeling” of what the baby is. I haven’t had a dream, a thought, NOTHING. Several of my friends have had thoughts on what it is – everyone seems to think boy for the most part. Some of them have had dreams, some have just had feelings, some just want me to have what they want me to have. 🙂  We even have one friend who did the string test on me. This is where you hold a chain (such as a necklace) over the pregnant stomach of the mother, and if it starts moving in a circle your baby is supposed to be a girl, if it moves in a straight line it is supposed to be a boy. He swears every time he has done the test on someone it has been correct. Mine said it would be a boy – we will see tomorrow! Monday night, however, I FINALLY had something – a dream! I have to preface this dream story with the fact that Isaac, his dad, and several of his friends call me Tina. He started it when we were first dating – and it comes from the movie “Napoleon Dynamite.” Tina is the Llama who is told to “come eat your food, you fat lard.” Well, when we first started dating, I was skin and bones – so it was funny for them to call me Tina. For whatever reason, it stuck… and he has a friend or two who still call me Tina. Now, back to my dream…The whole family was in the sonogram room at Dr. Knudsen’s and he was looking at the baby on the screen and he said “It’s a Girl” and Isaac immediately yelled out “It’s a Tina.” Too funny! That is totally something my silly husband would do.

I still don’t have a “feeling” that it is one sex or the other – I just want to know! I don’t want to have to keep calling my sweet baby “it” – it feels so wrong! Now, if our baby isn’t already inheriting his/her daddy and I’s stubborn gene – we will hopefully know tomorrow. I can totally see us all traipsing over there and the baby hiding its “parts.” Please baby, be sweet to us!