We've known for a little while that we would be grandparents. It's been a little bit of a journey with a painful miscarriage first full of grieving and healing. Whitney and Andrew were a little hesitant about announcing this new baby, but so far everything is good. The baby has been healthy, and Whitney is starting to feel better from the first trimester of illness. They are both so happy.
They had fun creating this cake for their gender reveal. One of the girls counted the number of pink vs. blue M&M's on the cake to see if that was an indicator. It turns out it was, but Whitney and Andrew didn't let on. Although right before Whitney was to cut the cake, she suggested maybe people should stand behind her to see the blue spill out.
There were cheers and laughter as the surprise was ruined for a few people before it even happened.
Despite Whitney's absolute feelings that she was carrying a little girl, a son will be her first born. They are thrilled, and more importantly, the baby is growing well and healthy.
Dash jumped around and cheered for a solid 5 minutes he was so excited it was a boy, and he is going to be an uncle.
The girls have already started to find little outfits for the little man. He is going to be the best dressed and spoiled little person, next to Loaf that is.
As John and I reflected on the evening, I was struck by how this baby seems more real knowing he's a boy. I'm not sure if that makes sense, but suddenly being a grandma is a reality. Perhaps it's because I was guarding my heart in case she miscarried again or perhaps it just the fact the I'm far too young to be a grandmother. I know I'm not, but with a large family and children of all different ages sometimes I'm not sure what kind of a mother I am and how to relate to other mothers around me.
In six short months, I will hold a tiny little boy, and my heart will explode with love as our family grows once again. I can't wait to be a grandmother. I can't wait to see the children with their new nephew. It will be such joy.