It's a....

If anyone had asked me about kids, ever... you would've heard me say "I am only making a boy". I was CERTAIN we were destined to have a little blonde haired, green eyed boy - who looks just like his daddy, plays soccer and who I will dance with at his wedding. 

Well yesterday, all of that changed. There is a saying "you made plans and God laughed.". This couldn't be any more true. Every fiber in my body told me I was having a boy, every wives tale and symptom. We were having a baby boy.

Yesterday at my 12 week appointment, our Mid-wife Brooke handed us an envelope with the gender of our baby inside. Once our appointment was over - we all but sprinted to the car and tore it open. 

The first word was Baby (which both Brian and I thought B was for Boy) and following that was girl. We both looked at it, Brian asked "Does that say girl?" and began to laugh and laugh... meanwhile I threw my head in my hands to weep. Not out of sadness but sheer SHOCK. A girl?! A wedding to pay for, boys she will date, and so.many.clothes. Brian hugged me, still laughing, and asked why I was crying. I replied "I was so confused". The car ride back to work was one of laughter, tears and "are you as shocked as I am?" from each of us... always followed with a yes. 

My whole brain was forced to shift gears in a matter of seconds. I went from dirt, tractors and soccer balls - to - barbies, shoes and hair bows. What will I do with a little girl? I hardly do my own hair and makeup. I don't love shopping and most of my girlfriends are more into football than ballet. Just how I like them. 

For the last 24 hours I keep thinking of Brian walking our little girl down the aisle, and dancing with her at her wedding - us loading up her car for college and Brian crying because his little girl is leaving. 

This is my new train of thought. How lucky is this little girl to have a man like Brian to model her future husband off of? She will undoubtedly be the center of his whole world. It's a hard pill to swallow that I am no longer going to be his favorite girl (Anchor running a close second). I can see why God wanted this for us... every little girl deserves a dad who loves as hard as hers does, who gives respect and humor at all the right times and who is big enough to scare any bone head boy who thinks of breaking our girls heart. 

I now picture a girl who can talk football with the boys, play sports and break hearts. A little sassy like her momma and sweet like her daddy. This is who our Elliot will be.