Remembering Abbey’s Gender Reveal Party

Today is like Christmas – it is BABY REVEAL day for Baby Squishy. One of the more nerve-racking days in all of pregnancy, for me anyways. I’m praying for a healthy baby and I can’t even explain to you how anxious I am for 3:30pm. The Herron’s are set though! George has the recorder from Build-A-Bear, I’ve said a million prayers, all of our family and friends are thinking about us, my sweet Abbey Road is in good hands with her Papa Herron…now all we have to do is wait. 

I’m 19 weeks pregnant now and thought it would be fun to look back at my pregnancy blog post with Abbey at 19 weeks and read up {side note: we had Abbey’s reveal party on the date that George and I had our first date and got engaged}. While searching, I came across the blog post that George wrote about our reveal party. What an awesome day! I remember the anxiety at the ultrasound, I remember asking so many questions, I remember essentially holding my breath until I heard that everything was okay. I was choking back tears just reading the post, I could literally feel all the emotions flooding back all at once. George and I felt like the luckiest parents that day and we still feel that way now. I can’t tell you how many nights we sit down to relax after putting our princess to bed and we look at each other, smile and talk about how lucky we are to have our Abbey girl. I digress….

We are both nervous about today but for different reasons, George is genuinely nervous that our house will be overrun by women and I’m still just being mama-bear wanting to see my baby with all 10 toes, 10 fingers, strong heart beat, and healthy! George also wants to see a healthy baby and I’m happy that he is balancing out my fears and nerves. I keep telling him that he doesn’t need to worry though, I truly think Squishy is a boy! We shall see, Rick will be bringing the box Abbey and I painted full of either pink or blue balloons to our house for the big reveal at 6p. 

Thank you again to all of our family and friends for the support and love, we are half-way there people! 

Let’s Talk About Sex!

I just hope Lefty doesn’t show up to burn down my house!

No, no, I don’t really mean let’s talk about the Salt ‘N Pepa song, “Let’s Talk About Sex!”  I meant let’s talk about the sex of my baby!  Yesterday was yet another HUGE milestone in our second pregnancy.  It was time to go in for the third ultrasound, the one that will reveal the sex of the baby.

Of course if you are reading this then you probably already know our story.  You already know that this was the point last time where Jesy and I got the horrible news that something was very wrong with our baby and that in all likelihood it would not make it full term.  And she didn’t.  So, as you  can imagine Jesy and I were feeling a wave of emotions as the witching hour approached.

  • Nervous – check
  • Anxious – check
  • Scared – check
  • Excited – check
  • Spaced out – check
  • Ready? – Double check

But this time we were going to do things a little different. I know weird right, George Herron wants to do something differently.  So we explained to the ultrasound tech that we didn’t want to know the sex of the baby, we wanted her to write it down and put it in an envelope. I’ll get to why in a minute.  The tech was more than happy to oblige after hearing our heart wrenching story from last time.

“Thumbs up mom and dad!”

Sarah, the tech, had to get all the boring stuff out-of-the-way first: checking ovaries, checking heartbeat, measuring the head…blah, blah, blah.  But it was actually great because as she was doing all that we got to see the baby move around and resist Sarah trying to take pictures and just be a kind of pain in the ass for her.  Yup, must be a child of mine.  But there was a point when Sarah was taking pictures and our little 13 ounce bundle of joy gave us the thumbs up, as if to say all is good in here, no need to worry!  (Thanks kiddo, it was a HUGE relief!)

Then it was time to find out the sex of the baby.  Sarah was great she gave us the heads up and we looked away and closed our eyes.  Sarah silently took the pictures and wrote what our baby was and put it in the envelope and gave no hint whatsoever as to the sex.

But who cares at this point right?  WE MADE IT!  We made it through the 19 week ultrasound unscathed and with a happy (I presume) and healthy baby!  For like an hour after the ultrasound and before the popping of the balloon I almost forgot that we still didn’t even know the sex of our baby.  I was just so relieved and happy that it was healthy and that we were going to make it to the finish line this time!

So, yeah, about having the tech write down the sex and put it in an envelope.  Jesy wanted to do something totally different since the last time we were at this point it was an awful, disastrous mess.  So we opted to throw a party.  A reveal party.  Most people do it with a cake.  They have either a blue or pink inside the cake.  Jesy couldn’t wait that long, she needed something instant, so we decided to have a black balloon filled with either pick or blue confetti and then we would pop it at the party with our friends and family.

Man, I bet those of you who still don’t know are DYING to find out, right?  Too bad, should have been at the party!  Looks like you are going to have to deal with some more build up on my part.  Just be thankful I’m not Stephen King, you wouldn’t find out the sex of the baby till about page 529.

Due to the fact that more people wanted to come to this party than we originally thought we had to move the party from  our house to the shelter in Gower Park in Sharonville.  It was awesome to see everyone there, and I’m going to try to do something that will be sure to offend someone.  I want to individually thank everyone that was there.  I’m sure I will forget someone, but it is important to me to recognize my peeps!

Thank you: Mom, Carol, John, Brian, Miranda, Matt, Jami, Mason, CJ, Sarah, Henry, Grandma O, Grandpa O, Jack, Sue, Beth, Doug, Tom, Teresa, Marian, Anna, Karen, Carter, Buster, Jane, Glenn, Sue, Joey, Jay, Lisa, Chris, Paul, Michelle, Kennedy, Sandy, Judy, Mary Jo, Dan, Jim, Natalie, Gayle, Jill, Sherri, Liz, Mike, Natalie, Abigail, Isaiah, Heather, Aayla, Lauri, Rick, Corey, Neil, Kat, Tony, Kendra, Sheldon, Mark, Lauren, Sam, Avery, Andrew, Erin, Owen and Emma! And for our remote users:  Dad(The Big Guy), Shari, Roly, Alex, Emma, Ro and Lauren.

That was all from memory, no cheating! Impressive right? (And sorry in advance if I missed anyone.)

Without you guys there with us it wouldn’t have been nearly as special.   You all mean so much to us and to see how happy and excited you all were made yesterday such a wonderful day indeed!  You all are the best.

just before the big reveal!

So back to the party.  Rick was a little later than expected with the balloon filled with either pink confetti or blue.  In all fairness, however we didn’t realize how hard it would be for someone to shove confetti in a balloon!  Once Rick arrived there was a hush over the crowd, and that is saying something considering the crowd we had! It was like someone had just died, or the priest was finally ready to begin mass.

The moment had arrived, it was time to find out if we would be knee-deep in pink or blue for the next couple months.  But first some more suspense!

Can you believe that I’m currently about 900 words into this mess and I still haven’t told you yet?  I’m such a bastard!

Alright, seriously, here we go.  After fooling around a while and making Jesy miss popping the balloon several times I let her go true.

POP!

Let me just say that for months now I have been sure it is a boy.  Positive.  Everything about this pregnancy was different.  Jesy’s mood was different, her cravings were different, everything.  So popping the balloon was going to be anti-climatic for me.  I just knew that as soon as it popped that blue confetti would rain down and prove me right, just like I was last time.

So yeah, POP!

PINK CONFETTI!

It’s a GIRL!

Wait, what?  Pink/Purple confetti?!  A girl?!  HOLY SHIT I’M HAVING A BABY GIRL!!!!!  Let me clear something up, it’s not that I was wanting a baby boy, I was just certain it was a boy.  Obviously the only thing I was certain of was being dead wrong.  But as soon as I saw the pink confetti fly I was just elated.  It was the icing on the cake after a great ultrasound visit earlier.  How very overwhelming!  How very awesome!

*Side note*  After the popping of the balloon a young lady named Abigail came up to me and said that the baby should have a name that starts with an “A”.  I was of course suspicious of her motivation, but I played along anyway.

I said you know what?  It does!

She was floored, but determined and followed up with, well I think that her name should begin with an “Ab.”

And I said well you know what, it does!

Flabbergasted and a little excited she was like, “No way, really?”

I said yes and then told her to sit down because I was going to blow her mind.  I told her that the little girl would be named Abbey!

Well she just about flipped out.  She was more than excited to hear that she would be sharing a name with my sweet little girl!

So here I sit listening to my playlist that I made for the baby a long time ago with an exhausted, goofy grin on my face reflecting on what a wonderful day yesterday was.  I can feel new emotions starting to creep up already.  Like being suspicious of every boy that looks at her, like wanting to make sure she stays a little princess forever and making sure she doesn’t inherit her mother’s mouth!

So now let the spoiling of Abbey Road Herron begin!

Special thanks go to:

  • Corey Thomas for his camera work and for getting the live stream of the party for all our out-of-towners that wanted to participate.
  • Rick Kreiner for getting the balloon and confetti together.
  • My mom, aka Grandma Bird for going down to the ultrasound with us and being there in case we needed the support.
  • Jami White for helping with everything before the party and covering my wife’s ass for not having time to prepare the mini hot dogs and for not killing Carson, although he probably deserved it!
  • Carol, aka Grandma for helping set up the shelter and bringing the cornhole game.
  • Brian for waiting to have his seizure until well after we popped the balloon.
  • John and Paul for getting beat in cornhole by Dan and I.  And I know John didn’t throw the game, he HATES to lose, especially to me.
  • Whoever brought skittles, awesome idea.
  • Sarah the tech for being patient with our demands and Jesy’s 5,000 questions.
  • And last, but not least my wife for having sex with me so that this whole thing was possible

Thank you again everyone, we love you so much!

Tired, Tickles and Thursday!

Loads of things to blog about but the three main things are how I’m so tired, lots of tickles in my belly and how excited I am for the ultrasound on Thursday.

{TIRED}

I’m thinking of creating an eye-opener contraption that uses toothpicks. Or how about stickers that I can put over my eyes when they are shut that just look like I’m still awake? Either way my second trimester energy is slowly drifting away. I’m feeling beat up but I think it is mostly due to the fact that I do too much. I can’t help it! Although I do love that George is more than willing to get so much done for me around the house I still feel so guilty about letting him do it when I feel like I can handle stuff on my own. He has thrown out the, “don’t you think your doing too much card” but during the midst of my activities I feel fine. Its the afterwards part that then gets me to realize how much my body hates me when I’m standing for too long or running around doing this or that. I don’t think the heat helps much either, I’m so thankful that I’m only 4.75 months pregnant verses 8 or 9 months pregnant in the summer. Many thoughts to those who are due in the July/August months.

{Tickles}

I LOVE to feel the baby move, the tickles are some of the best parts of this pregnancy so far. I’m trying to keep track of the time that I feel them the most to see if I can pin point something that will get the baby to move. It seems like Baby H. loves to move around sometime between 10:30 and 11:00 am. I made mention of this to George and told him that I already love this baby’s scheduled. Let’s see if he/she will be sleeping until mid-morning when they are out in the real world. George said that I shouldn’t get used to it, haha.

Each time I feel the tickles, no matter what I’m doing, I stop and put my hand on my belly to try to feel something more. Haven’t felt any Earth moving kicks or punches but I’m looking forward to the times that I do. Remember this when I tell you I’m sore or beat up, ok?

{Thursday}

So happy that the work week started on a Tuesday instead of Monday because I feel like we are so close to our ultrasound date. Shall I give you an update in hours? Okay – 51.5 hours till we see Baby Herron! The words to describe how I feel are all over the place:

excited  – nervous – happy – worried – elated – impatient – ecstatic 

As you can see I’m going bonkers over here. The last time I was pregnant I wasn’t even really thinking about the health of the baby, of course I thought the baby was going to be healthy so I was just consumed with the idea of it being either a boy or girl. Now it is completely opposite. I do wonder if I’m carrying a little girl or boy but my main thought is now the health of our baby. I only think about seeing the baby move on Thursday and the tech taking us on the little guided tour of the baby and explaining everything as she goes along. Unlike last time when the tech was silent and we were scared out of our minds. I’m looking forward to the moment that George and I can look at each other and breathe a little easier as I’m sure I’ll be holding my breath until I force the tech to tell me 1,000 times that everything looks okay. I can tell you with confidence right now that I’m going to be in the waiting room of the doctor office tapping my foot, furiously looking through the stupid magazines, taking 80 billion little sips of my water, rubbing my tongue on the roof of my mouth (it gets itchy when I’m nervous or have to puke – weird, I know), staring at the clock because they are routinely 20-30 minutes late and then having to use the bathroom 10 times before we go back for the ultrasound. This most likely will all happen!

Until then….happy thoughts for a healthy baby and one set of happy parents-to-be.