Can’t Wait till Friday!

That’s the day we will find out whether Baby #4 is a little boy or a little girl.

All my life I wondered. . .  who will I marry? where will we live? how many children will we have? will I have little boys?  little girls? both?

So, as I told Daniel, this is kind of the last piece of our “puzzle.”

Ever philosophical Daniel told me that was a rather simplistic view of life. Life is made up of much more complexity than who your spouse is and how many children you have and what their gender is.

And (while. . . yes, he’s right–life is so much more complex than that), there’s a sense to which it still seems like the last piece of the family puzzle.

I can’t wait.

Just a day and a half!

At our last ultrasound, one of the techs said that of all the “wives tales” about predicting your baby’s gender, the one that seems most accurate is asking the older siblings what the baby will be. “What do your kids think the baby will be?” she asked.

Of course, Carissa (who will be just 16 months old when the baby is born) doesn’t seem to understand anything at all about the new baby, let alone have the ability to say “boy” or “girl” yet.

Mara insists it will be a boy.

When I started to tell her that it might be God’s plan for us to have another little girl, she jumped right in to say, “Let me pray right now: Dear God, please let the baby in Mommy’s tummy be a little boy. Micah would be so happy to have a little brother! Amen!”

And when I ask Micah, “Do you think the baby in Mommy’s tummy will be a little boy? or a little girl?” he promptly replies, “A lollipop”–every time.

Here’s hoping Mara’s prediction is closer than Micah’s!

We’ll find out on Friday morning!