....surprise.
AKA, torture.
When my niece, Heather, found out she was pregnant, my sister (her mom) told her about this really cool idea she had seen on TV. This couple had their ultrasound, but instead of the tech telling them the baby's sex, they had him write it down and then seal it in an envelope. They then took that envelope to a bakery and told them if it was a girl, to bake a cake that was pink on the inside, and if it was a boy, blue. Then ice it with a gender-neutral color. The couple then gathered all their friends and family for a party, and when they cut they cake, everyone found out the sex of the baby.
Heather thought this was a great idea, and so did I. She decided to do the same thing. Her gender ultrasound was scheduled for October 7th, so she decided to have the party on October 29th. That sounded great.
Except now we're in that waiting period. They had the ultrasound yesterday and immediately took the envelope to the bakery. And I am losing my mind.
You see, I have NO patience. None. And suddenly these three weeks feel like forever!
They got a video of the ultrasound, and last night my three kids and I went to my parents' house and we all watched the video along with Heather, her husband and her mom. I got right in front of the TV and watched like a hawk. Heather's husband said "What are you looking for?" and I said "DUH! A PENIS!!!"
But the ultrasound tech left out the money shot!
Sigh.
It was really awesome to get to share that ultrasound video with my family. My kids were thrilled. We are so excited to have another baby coming into our family. The party will be great, too.
But I'm considering breaking into a bakery after hours to get some inside info.......anyone want to be my getaway driver?
