We have two beautiful, happy, delicious little boys.
So, when my belly started to swell
and the news of this new little one started to get around,
right after the "B'sha'ah Tovah!" often came inquiries like:
"Are you hoping for a girl?"
"Were you trying for a girl?"
"Don't you want just one baby girl?"
"It really doesn't matter," I'd reply, grinning.
I love my boys.
A girl would be wonderful, to be sure.
But my world would be complete if I had a dozen children
and all turned out to be boys.
Truthfully, at the heart of the matter, is this:
we have learned (fortunately and unfortunately) to consider every healthy pregnancy
a miracle from G-d.
So, there are a lot of things I hoped for this child.
I hoped for health.
I hoped for contentment.
I hoped for loving family and friends.
I hoped for a peaceful life.
But never once - not once - did I honestly hope for a specific gender.
(But! This does not preclude my obsession with ultrasounds,
and catching a glimpse of babies-on-the-way as much as possible.
Or my desire to know every little detail about baby.)
Yesterday, my parents, Auntie Amanda and Uncle Steve, and Gram
volunteered to take the boys out for a day of fun
so that David and I could spend some time together.
My thoughtful and generous husband booked us a mini 3-D scan.
As we watched a tiny heart pumping, legs flexing, fingers grasping,
As we looked at this new little one's tiny face,
every hope we've had for each of our children
was fervently renewed.
So, as things progress (G-d willing,)
we'll continue to marvel and to give thanks,
to hope and to pray
for health, contentment, love and peace,
for this baby,