Getting to know you better...

Tomorrow we have our 20 week scan. It's the big scan. The one where they can tell that our Little One is growing normally and everything is working as it should be. Ryan and I are both a little anxious about tomorrow. 

It's also the day we can find out if we're having a boy or a girl. As my Mom says "You have 50/50 chance of getting one or the other" (thanks for that Mom). 

For years I knew that I'd never want to find out believing that there really are no more surprises in life. And this is the one time that we'd be truly surprised when our Little One pops out. "It's a boy!" the doctors would say before placing a bloodied crying lump on my chest. Or "Congratulations it's a girl!" before placing a bloodied crying lump on my chest. Yes, this is how I pictured it. I didn't want to know. I felt the same about having Ryan in the delivery room with me (more about this another time). 

I was lucky enough to be in the room the day my surrogate little sister (aka Penny) found out what she was being blessed with. The nurse said "I see pink in your future" and I truly melted as Pen shed a couple of tears. I promptly bought a pair of little pink pumps to celebrate. It was an amazing day. I still didn't think I'd find out when my turn rolled around.

Then I actually fell pregnant. 

And all the opinions I had about 'stuff' seemed to change. I now want to know. Not because it will make it easier to decide on the right paint pallet for the nursery, which seems to be THE common response when you tell people you want to know. And not because I'm a complete control freak (I am but not about this). It's so that we can get our heads completely in the game of parenthood. 

If it's a boy. He will go to Grey, the same school his Daddy and Uncle went to. He will also look a little like his Dad, with dusty blonde hair and baby blue eyes and a dusting of freckles on his nose. He will be strong, gentle and kind. He will have a sense of humour like his Daddy and be able to cook like his Mommy. He will be a great catch one day and make someone very happy as he'll be solid and committed. 

If it's a girl. She will be outspoken and full of life. She will have curly hair and God willing, dimples. She may have webbed toes (much to Daddy's horror!). She will be creative, loving and kind. Daddies sense of humour outdoes mine so no doubt she will inherit this from him. She will be ambitious and driven and will hopefully stick to Mommy's rule of not getting married until she's at least 30yrs old.

I know we can't plan everything and most is left up to God anyway. But we can dream. Hope. Believe that our Little One will one day change the world. 

My mother-in-law has made it known, on quite a few occasions I might add, that she thinks we're a little crazy finding out. "It's what gets you through labour"...what's going to get me through labour, Mil, is the copious amounts of drugs I will be taking if my birth plan is approved. That and the fact I'll be able to eat Sushi and feta cheese again. 

So, tomorrow we will know and tonight our heads will be filled with dreams of him or her. 

Tomorrow can't come soon enough Little One. Mommy and Daddy are looking forward to seeing you again (you're kicking me right now in anticipation which must mean you're excited too...make sure to give us a wave will you.)