Our 2nd Pregnancy Announcement & Gender Reveal!

I’m here to share some exciting news, with much more to come! A month or so ago, we shared this little video we made for our friends and family on Facebook. Our little Preston is the cutest superhero I ever did see. And what does every superhero need?

A sidekick, of course! You may remember that we also created a video to announce our pregnancy with Preston in the spring of 2014. Well, here we are in the spring of 2016 with a new announcement and a gender reveal! We knew that we wanted to film a second video and I wanted to use the same happy song from our first. Coming up with the ideas for our superhero was the fun part! It took us a bit longer than anticipated to film, but I like to think it was worth the wait!

Finding Out We Were Expecting

I found out I was pregnant with Baby #2 on January 6th, 2016. We had just returned home from spending New Year’s in Florida visiting family, and out of nowhere (the day before), Joshua asked me if we had something sweet to eat. Mind you, he never eats sweets let alone asks for something sweet, and I believe his exact words were, “This is going to sound crazy, but do we have anything sweet to eat?” Bam! “I must be pregnant!” I told him. The last time he asked for something sweet was when I was pregnant with Preston, and it just hit me that this might be it! He of course told me not to be ridiculous. We had been trying for 4 months but we had decided to stop for awhile.

The month we stopped trying was the month we conceived!

All the signs were there, too. On December 30th, I got sick while we were on vacation. I had a head cold, sore throat, a cough, and an eye infection all at once. Ironically, I was sick for a couple of weeks with a terrible sinus infection right before I found out I was pregnant with Preston. Another tip off? The whole time we were in Florida, I was able to eat gluten without side effects. I have a gluten intolerance and I follow a gluten free diet, but when I’m pregnant it magically goes away until delivery day. When I’m not pregnant, I cheat every now and again and have yummy gluten-filled foods, like while on vacation… So I kept waiting for the side effects to show up and none did! Lastly, I had two glasses of wine on Monday, January 4th. Normal to most people, but I don’t really drink. It was the Bachelor season premiere with my friends and I indulged. Meanwhile I hadn’t had a sip in months. The weekend before I found out I was pregnant with Preston, I was out partying and celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. So all of these little things on top of Josh asking for a sweet, and I just knew it—I had to be pregnant.

While Josh was at work, I went to CVS to pick up a pregnancy test. I was expecting my period in two days, but it immediately showed up with that happy blue “plus” sign. Positive! I wanted to share it with Joshua in a somewhat creative way, so I placed the positive pregnancy test in a Christmas box with a bow and set it in the kitchen.

That evening when he got home from work, I casually said, “Oh, by the way, we got a late Christmas gift today. It’s right over there for you to open.”

Yup, he was pretty much shocked and not expecting to find what he did! He said something along the lines of OMG-AreYouSerious-ICan’tBelieveIt-ThisIsAwesome. It was hilarious.

The Gender Reveal

From day one, I really thought I was having a girl. My pregnancy symptoms were so opposite of those I had with Preston. Instead of craving fruits, I was craving chocolate. I had terrible nausea the entire first trimester, and none with Preston. I was just exhausted every night and in bed by 8pm (normally I’m a night owl and up past 1am). I broke out all over my chin and neck (yuck!), so of course I was convinced… She has to be a girl!

Then, it’s hard to explain, but Joshua, Preston and I were at a party and I was talking to another mama of two boys who told me that her pregnancy symptoms were opposite just like mine were. For whatever reason, as soon as she said that, my entire mindset and attitude changed and it was like I just knew he was a boy. Intuition? I don’t know? Josh was still convinced we were having a girl.

Being the planners that we are, we scheduled an early gender reveal at 13 weeks. It was St. Patrick’s Day and the three of us went to a local 3D ultrasound place down in Wilmington to find out the news together! Lo and behold…

I shocked myself with how I was feeling when the ultrasound tech told us the news. Instantly, I felt relieved. It’s a boy! I love my boy! I know what to do and what to expect. We have all the right baby clothes, toys, everything! It’s a boy!

So that’s where we are. Ecstatic, relieved, anxious, excited! Preston is going to be a big brother, and his little brother and BFF will be 22 months behind him. We’re so happy!

(Just making sure he’s okay in there. Hehe.)

Our Birth Story

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I absolutely love sharing our stories here on our family blog! This might be the best one so far. It’s the day we became parents! This is a continuation from My Pregnancy Story.

On Monday, November 10th, 2014 — The Marine Corps Birthday — I went in for my regular non-stress test (NST) at 37 weeks and 4 days pregnant. At this point, I was at the doctor’s office two days a week. One day for the NST with my OB, the other day at the high risk doctors for an ultrasound. They actually got a good reading and I didn’t have to go to another office for an ultrasound this morning! But… My blood pressure. The doctor said that it was high enough to put both Preston and I in danger, and today was the day I would be induced! “Head on over to the hospital and let’s deliver that baby!” she said. “Can I go home first to get my hospital bag?” I asked. (And get my husband? And bring Lady to the neighbors? And clean my kitchen? And finish up my work emails? And put a little makeup on?) “Nope, you have to go straight to the hospital.” Fortunately, I had already been prepared to be induced at 38 weeks per the doctor’s orders, so my bag was packed and my nesting had kicked in a few weeks prior, so most of the house was already squeaky clean. I even had a last minute list prepared to text Joshua in case of this very scenario.

Thank the Lord that Joshua answered my phone call right away, left work and went home to take care of Lady and get my bag, and met me at the hospital just as I was admitted to a room around noon. The nurses hooked me up to an IV and I pulled up my laptop to wrap up those work emails before my maternity leave started!

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This is where I tell you that I planned to have a natural birth, minus the pitocin. Everyone will tell you that contractions are much worse with pitocin, and that if you’re going to be induced you probably won’t be able to deliver naturally because it’ll hurt too damn bad. Everyone will also tell you that even though you’re induced now, it could take up to 48 hours to actually deliver. The sweet nurses I had told us that I could sit back and relax, because I wouldn’t be having our baby until the next day.

Everyone isn’t always right.

Everyone’s bodies are different.

They started the pitocin around 1:30pm that afternoon, when I was already about 3cm dilated before arriving to the hospital. The contractions started about an hour later, and to be honest, I didn’t even know I was having them. The nurses saw them on the monitor I was hooked up to. Joshua and I had been preparing for our natural birth plan by having a big balance ball in the truck for me to bounce on during contractions, and by planning to walk the hospital hallways to help get through it. But because of my blood pressure, I was not allowed to do either of these things. In fact, I was told I had to stay in the bed. Period. I could only get up to pee.

I had this terrible fear of pooping during labor. I know, it probably sounds silly, but — I absolutely did not want to poop! I knew I’d be able to control my body if I didn’t get an epidural, and that was really important to me. I didn’t want to give Preston unnecessary drugs when I’d already been taking two medications throughout my pregnancy. But the plan to have a natural birth was slowly being taken away after learning that I couldn’t leave the bed.

I was so lucky to have an amazing nurse that had also had natural births, so she was very supportive and encouraging during my entire labor. I knew her shift ended at 7pm, so I wasn’t planning for her to be there for the actual delivery, which I was really hoping for. She had a nursing intern from the local college shadowing her the whole day, too. That was a little awkward, but I thought of all my nursing friends and how good of an experience it would be for them as students, so I gave the okay for her to be in the room with my main nurse.

Then at around 4:30pm, my water broke! It was the oddest feeling ever. It was like a really bad cramp and then suddenly, warm water trickling down my legs. It wasn’t gross, it was just uncomfortable. The nurses checked me and I was 4-5cm dilated. They said, “Wow, you’re progressing sooner than expected! It looks like you’ll be having this baby tonight, probably between 10pm and midnight! Hang in there!” Somehow or other, I convinced Josh to take a nap so he could be well rested for the real work to begin. He reluctantly agreed!

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The contractions started to get stronger and stronger. Each one was worse than the previous one. Finally, I couldn’t take anymore. At 6pm, I begged for an epidural. “Josh, I can’t do this. Josh, I need the epidural. Josh, I can’t. I just can’t. It hurts too bad. I need it. I need it now. Get the nurse. Get the nurse now!” Joshua was so calm, so sweet, and so encouraging. He was really pulling for me to have Preston naturally, and kept trying to talk me out of the epidural. Of course, in my pregnant rage, I just kept getting more and more adamant that I absolutely positively NEEDED it. “I can NOT do this for another 6 hours. I can’t do this until midnight. Get the nurse! Now!”

The nurse came in and said it would take a half hour before the anesthesiologist could come up to the room to administer the epidural. “I feel like I have to push,” I told her. “No sweetie, don’t push, it’s too soon.”

“No, I have to push. Either I have to push or I have to poop, but either way… I HAVE TO PUSH.” So she checked me again, and…

“Honey, you’re 10cm dilated! Let’s bring the doctor in! You don’t have time for the epidural, your baby is coming NOW! You’ve got this! You can do this!”

The doctor arrived, and literally – two pushes later – Preston Kade entered the world at 6:47pm, a mere 5 hours after being induced. Cue the happy tears! I could do it, and I did do it. I felt everything. Everything. It was painful, but it was so worth it.

Joshua cut the umbilical cord and before I could hold him, he was whisked over to the NICU table for a look-over because he was so tiny. 5 lbs 8 oz, 17 3/4 inches long. I yelled across the room to the doctors and Joshua, who was over at the NICU table with him, “His back, how is his back?! His foot, what about his foot?” and Josh yelled back, “He’s perfect! His back and his foot are perfect!”

After they cleaned him and wrapped him up, they finally brought him over to me. As Josh reached out to hand him to me, I saw just how tiny he was and became paralyzed with fear. “Wait, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to hold him. I don’t know what to do! What do I do?!”

Joshua placed him on my chest, and I immediately felt calm. I felt peace. I felt full of love. Joshua and I were both crying as we kissed each other and kissed his sweet, tiny face. It was the most precious moment of my entire life. It was the day we became a family of three.

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I did not develop gestational diabetes or preeclampsia. They labeled me as PIH for “why” they induced me — pregnancy-induced hypertension. Not the same thing as preeclampsia. Preston did not have a club foot or spina bifida. He was born 2 1/2 weeks early and quite tiny for his gestational age, but perfectly healthy. I loved being pregnant and I can’t wait to be pregnant again, but I made a promise to both myself and to Joshua that I would not bring another child into this world until my weight was at a “normal” BMI and my blood pressure was at a “normal” level. I’m so proud to say that I’ve been working very hard at this and nine months later, I’m down 60 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight. I’m off all medications and my blood pressure and thyroid are all normal! I have my health back and can’t wait to grow our family after I reach my weight loss goal.

We weren’t trying to conceive when we found out we were expecting, but I truly believe that everything happens for a reason. I believe in God and that he has a plan for everyone. Preston was the plan for Joshua and I. He was given to us when we needed him the most, and he’s made our family strong and full of more love than we know what to do with. He’s turned our lives upside down, and made us better people and better partners to one another. He’s the best thing that’s happened to us, hands down. We are so very blessed!

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Other posts in “The Pregnancy Files” series:

Our Pregnancy Announcement
Gender Reveal: #TeamPink or #TeamBlue?
The Pregnancy Questionnaire
My Pregnancy Story
Our Birth Story

Coming soon:

My Baby Bump
Baby Shower Love
An Adirondack Nursery
Holiday Birth Announcements
Favorite Pregnancy Books
Ultrasound Photo Albums
What’s in my Hospital Bag?
Plus Size & Pregnant: Style and Tips
Pregnancy Essentials

My Pregnancy Story

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I’ve wanted to share my pregnancy story for awhile now that Preston is here and healthy. I didn’t have the smoothest pregnancy, and I also didn’t share many of the details about it except with family and a few close friends. But all during my pregnancy and Preston’s first few months of life, reading other mama’s blogs was a godsend for me. Reading their stories helped me feel like I had someone I could relate to and compare symptoms and milestones with. So here we go.

A Note About My Pregnancy

Before I begin, I have to say this: I loved being pregnant. I adored being pregnant. I’ve never felt as happy, strong, or proud in my life as I did being pregnant. I loved my belly, I loved my maternity clothes, I loved planning the nursery, I loved feeling him move, I loved the ultrasounds, I loved it all. I also had an absolutely amazing pregnancy, symptoms-wise. I never had morning sickness, I never had nausea. I hardly had any cramps or back pain at all, until the very end. Pregnancy itself, and feeling my body grow and change, was one of the best experiences I’ve ever had. It was beautiful. I was blessed beyond belief to give birth to a healthy, strong, perfect baby boy.

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Complications and Being High Risk

So this is how it was also difficult. One of the biggest reasons Joshua and I both wanted to wait to conceive was so that I could get my health and weight in check. I had just completed an 8-week Crossfit intro class and was down about 15 pounds, but even then my weight was a serious issue. It caused me to have high blood pressure. I had just been put on blood pressure medication two weeks prior to finding out I was pregnant, right after being unofficially diagnosed with chronic hypertension. I also had borderline hypothyroidism and was on a medication for that. Because of these 3 factors (weight, thyroid, but mainly high blood pressure), I was considered a high risk pregnancy and sent to a special office for maternal fetal medicine.

The high risk doctor had its pros and cons. The pros were that I was monitored very closely (a little too closely if you ask some people close to me), and that I had frequent ultrasounds to check on Baby PK. From the very beginning, PK was just perfect. No issues at all. I had some light spotting around the 7-week mark and the high risk doctors saw me and said everything looked just fine. Spotting can be very normal in any pregnancy and possibly caused by implantation or something like that.

The cons were that they scared me. Not in the sense that I was scared to go — I loved going! — but scared me by running a lot of tests and constantly checking for worst case scenario. Preeclampsia and gestational diabetes were the biggest fears of my doctors. I was tested early for diabetes at 24 weeks, and then tested again at the usual 32 weeks, and passed with flying colors both times. I was also taking my blood pressure daily at home and put on a pregnancy-safe blood pressure medication for the duration of my pregnancy. My BP was steady through most of the 8 months, but started to climb toward the last month before I delivered.

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The First Scare

At around 18 weeks, I had my monthly ultrasound at the high risk doctor. Joshua made a point to take off work and drive the hour and a half from base down to my doctor’s office to be there with me for just about all of my ultrasounds. We saw our sweet tiny baby on the monitor, were told that his heart beat sounded great and his growth was right on track, and then were told we had to meet with the genetic counselor. Cue the fear. Was this normal? We had no idea. She came in and said that as a result of the tests they had run at our last appointment, my AFP levels were high. The test for Down Syndrome had come back negative, and all other factors were ruled out, which only left two possibilities: Either it was just an unexplained fluke, or our baby had spina bifida. The genetics counselor asked us if we had any questions and told us our doctor would be in shortly to discuss the test results with us in more detail.

Tears streaming down my face, disbelief all over Josh’s, we waited for the doctor to come in and explain to us that based on the ultrasound we had today, our baby did not appear to have any holes in his spine, so it was more than likely an unexplained result. She promised that they would watch closely in the upcoming weeks, but that there did not seem to be any reason to be concerned. One cause of elevated AFP levels could be that the baby swallowed blood — not harmful to him at all — but also a possible link to the spotting I had so early on.

It didn’t matter what she said after spina bifida. It didn’t matter that she said it was more than likely okay. All that I could think about was my sweet, sweet little baby being born less than healthy. One person close to us even asked us if we planned to “keep” him after hearing these results. It was a very tense and difficult time in my pregnancy. Luckily, it was also an unnecessary worry, because Preston was born healthy and without spina bifida. But I can still remember that conversation with the genetic counselor word for word. I can still see her explaining how spina bifida happens, as she demonstrated how the neural tube is formed by folding a piece of paper up into a tight cylinder and then pulling the paper apart in the center to show where the tube did not form properly to close. Instead, it left a hole in the spine. I went home and researched it until I couldn’t see straight anymore.

All the while, I felt wonderful. The worst part about my whole pregnancy was the doctor appointments. For the entire last month of my pregnancy, I was required to do weekly non-stress tests (NSTs) at my OB to make sure the baby was still healthy and doing well, AND weekly ultrasounds at the high risk doctor. These, in turn, caused a new level of stress. The latest appointments the offices offered were at 3pm. The offices were an hour away. I had to take off work at 2pm to get there and by the time I was leaving the office, it was 5pm and I was in rush hour trying to get back home. I had to make up the work hours later that night or early in the morning before I left. Most of the NSTs didn’t even work and I was sent to another office for an emergency ultrasound. Either he was moving too much or not moving enough for their stupid tests. They liked to tell me my baby was “being difficult.” I don’t know what ultrasound tech in her right mind thinks it’s okay to tell a newly expecting, first time mother that her unborn baby is being “difficult,” but that should really be banned from their vocabulary. Terrible bedside manner. And it was more than one tech that would say this to me!

I was sent to the lab to have my blood checked for preeclampsia several times. I also have very tiny veins so they had to draw blood from the tops of my hands every time. Once, the baby wasn’t moving enough for the NST (even though he was moving all morning long before I went in for the test), and I was sent to the hospital to be hooked up and monitored because they couldn’t fit me in for an emergency ultrasound. Other times, he “wouldn’t sit still long enough” for them to get an accurate heart rate reading. Off for more ultrasounds. My BP was also rising from the extra stress caused by the doctors and trips to the hospital.

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The Second Scare

The second biggest scare happened around 36 weeks. At this point, I was nearing the end of my pregnancy and my blood pressure was steadily rising. I was seeing my regular OB once a week for non-stress tests and the specialists once a week for ultrasounds, driving an hour each way to every appointment. The ultrasound tech was looking on the monitor and said, “Has anyone mentioned a club foot to you?” Stop. What did she just say? “No? Oh, okay, well it just looks like it’s a club foot, his left one here.”

Cue the fear, take two. I thought “I’m being seen twice a week, how would anyone have missed this?” It caused stress, which caused my blood pressure to rise. It caused panic, which caused me to go back through every single ultrasound photo to look for his left foot. Wouldn’t you know? Every last photo was of his right foot only. I had to wait a whole week to ask the high risk doctors about it. This of course gave me plenty of opportunity in the meantime to research club feet. And wouldn’t you know? A club foot can be linked to spina bifida. 

I’m sure you can just imagine the state I was in after finding this research. Thoughts like “He does have spina bifida, those tests were right, they just missed it on the ultrasounds, ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod” were all I could think about. You guys, it was awful. Again, it was so unnecessary. Again, the high risk doctors said that everything looked fine from their ultrasounds, but we wouldn’t know for sure until he was born.

I could feel him kicking, moving, and hiccuping often. I purchased my own fetal doppler to listen to his heart when I wasn’t at the doctor just to assure myself that everything was okay. All these scares, all for nothing. Aside from this stress, Joshua and I were so prepared! We took as many baby classes as we could possibly fit into our schedules. Lamaze Childbirth, Budget for Baby, Infant Care, Baby Care, After the Birth, Prepared Childbirth. You name it, if it was offered within a 60-mile radius, we took it! We also had so much fun getting the house ready for his nursery. We went all out with an Adirondack theme, complete with a wooden accent wall. From our side, everything was going smoothly. We were preparing. We were just about ready.

And then, at 37 weeks and 4 days, I was sent to Labor & Delivery to be induced…

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Next up in The Pregnancy Files: Our Birth Story.

Other posts in “The Pregnancy Files” series:

Our Pregnancy Announcement
Gender Reveal: #TeamPink or #TeamBlue?
The Pregnancy Questionnaire
My Pregnancy Story
Our Birth Story

Coming soon:

My Baby Bump
Baby Shower Love
An Adirondack Nursery
Holiday Birth Announcements
Favorite Pregnancy Books
Ultrasound Photo Albums
What’s in my Hospital Bag?
Plus Size & Pregnant: Style and Tips
Pregnancy Essentials

The Pregnancy Questionnaire

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I didn’t have an active blog when I was pregnant, so I never got to fill out this monthly pregnancy questionnaire. But here is an edited/condensed version for all nine months! I’d love to post this monthly for my future pregnancies.

I’m also sharing some fun photos from this time of my life!

Maternity clothes? I lived in maternity clothes from about three months on. I loved my pregnancy jeans from Old Navy and my pretty tops and dresses from Motherhood Maternity. They also had clothes that fit my plus-size body!

Stretch marks? Yes, but not until after he was born and my stomach shrunk back down.

Sleep: Only possible with my Snoogle, the greatest invention ever! Joshua bought this for me early on when my back started to hurt after standing for long periods of time. It’s this S-shaped body pillow that you can use in all different positions to help you sleep comfortably. It’s the best pregnancy essential!

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Best moment: Definitely finding out the gender. Joshua wanted a boy so badly, and I was so thrilled to see his reaction when we found out it would be a little boy!

Telling family and friends: We told my immediate family in person, Josh’s immediate family on the phone, and the rest of the world that wasn’t in our pregnancy announcement video found out on Facebook!

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Movement: Baby boy was tiny, so I couldn’t feel him moving until later in my pregnancy as he grew bigger. I loved feeling him kick, and he was almost always in the same position with his head down. He also had the hiccups quite a bit and it was so cool to feel him hiccup during the day.

Food cravings: All summer long, I craved peach things. Peach gummies, peach tea, peach ice cream, peach everything. Then in the fall, I craved everything pumpkin. Pumpkin coffee, pumpkin ice cream, pumpkin pasta, pumpkin chicken, pumpkin enchiladas, you name it! I was obsessed.

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Anything making you queasy or sick? Nope. Not at all, the whole 9 months.

When did you start to show? I didn’t start to show until around 16 weeks. I didn’t start taking weekly/monthly photos until 22 weeks, around when my body really started to change.

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Weight gain: I gained around 20 pounds, which was right in line with what the doctors ordered based on my pre-pregnancy weight.

Labor Signs: Since I ended up being induced, I didn’t feel any labor signs until my water broke in the hospital and the contractions started!

Belly button in or out? Always an innie.

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Wedding rings on or off? Always on.

Happy or moody most of the time? So freaking happy.

Pregnancy Wisdom: Invest in something to help you sleep well (Snoogle), something to help you dress well (maternity clothes), and something to help you record the journey (weekly photos, a blog, a pregnancy book).

Milestones: Making it to term at 37 weeks (and delivering 4 days later!)

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Other posts in “The Pregnancy Files” series:

Our Pregnancy Announcement
Gender Reveal: #TeamPink or #TeamBlue?
The Pregnancy Questionnaire
My Pregnancy Story
Our Birth Story

Coming soon:

My Baby Bump
Baby Shower Love
An Adirondack Nursery
Holiday Birth Announcements
Favorite Pregnancy Books
Ultrasound Photo Albums
What’s in my Hospital Bag?
Plus Size & Pregnant: Style and Tips
Pregnancy Essentials

Gender Reveal: #TeamPink or #TeamBlue?

We were so excited to find out the gender of our sweet little baby that we couldn’t wait until the 16 week anatomy appointment! We booked an ultrasound package at with a 4D ultrasound center that included a recorded DVD of the entire ultrasound, 10–4×6 color prints, baby’s heartbeat recorded, and the gender determination. We also elected to purchase an adorable teddy bear that the recorded heartbeat was placed into, so that when you squeeze it you can hear baby’s heart. So special!

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It was really a wonderful experience! I’d recommend it to anyone who just can’t wait, like us, or who just wants some more time seeing their baby on the screen. At doctor’s offices, you’re often rushed in and out for a quick scan just to make sure everything is healthy. But at a specialty place like this, the whole purpose is just to see your baby and spend more time “together.” The place we chose had a big, comfy, leather reclining chair for me to sink back into. I didn’t want to leave! The images were on a giant flat screen TV in front of us, so everything was very clear and easy to see.

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The morning of our appointment, Josh and I decided to get a little festive. We dressed in our pink and blue and went to our favorite place on the island for breakfast. That’s when I came up with the idea to do a #TeamPink or #TeamBlue post for our family and friends to guess. (When you live so far from everyone you love, you have to get creative to keep everyone involved and stay in touch!)

Joshua really, really, really wanted a baby boy first. Honestly, I wanted both a boy and a girl, but the order didn’t matter to me. Girl or boy, I was ecstatic and couldn’t wait to find out! But since I’ve always wanted a little girl, I wore my pink.

It took a little time to see it on the screen, but as you already know, it’s a boy!

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Immediately after our appointment, we went shopping for our baby boy! We got the most adorable sleepers and outfits and it was such a special time together! We lined them up on the back fence when we got home for our “It’s a boy!” announcement. I changed into my blue pants (because… that’ s just me) and voila! We shared the photo with everyone and felt closer despite being so far apart. Such a wonderful day!

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Other posts in “The Pregnancy Files” series:

Our Pregnancy Announcement
Gender Reveal: #TeamPink or #TeamBlue?
The Pregnancy Questionnaire
My Pregnancy Story
Our Birth Story

Coming soon:

My Baby Bump
Baby Shower Love
An Adirondack Nursery
Holiday Birth Announcements
Favorite Pregnancy Books
Ultrasound Photo Albums
What’s in my Hospital Bag?
Plus Size & Pregnant: Style and Tips
Pregnancy Essentials