It's time to dust off the ol' cob webs and get this blog back up and running....interesting timing as our lives are certainly about to flip upside down with Baby Scott set to arrive in just a few days. It's been a surreal experience the last several months, and an adventure that I have tried to soak up and enjoy as best as I could....
I've been so grateful for the overwhelming support and kindness we have felt during this "baby prep" phase of life. We knew we were blessed with such loving family members and incredibly kind friends, but God has truly shown His presence through all of the generous and encouraging actions of those in our lives. It may sound like I'm talking about gifts (which I am so thankful for the baby gifts that each and every one of you have so kindly given to us) but I'm specifically speaking to the phone calls, texts, emails, conversations, cards, etc....these gestures have not gone unnoticed and have been incredibly impactful on John Neal and I these last several months. Thank you for loving us!
As any parent anxiously awaits their little one's arrival, we too are excited to finally meet this bundle that we have been praying for the last year. On top of the typical anticipation, we're particularly anxious to find out if we're going to be parents to a boy or a girl! Many folks have asked us throughout the pregnancy why we chose to not find out, or how in the world are we able to not know...and the funny thing is, it wasn't nearly as hard as I thought, but it was way more fun than I could have imagined. Truth of the matter is, it was John Neal's dream for us to not find out. This was an easy win for me - I wanted to find out and I was going to be carrying this child for 9 months. Done. However, the more the topic came up, the more John Neal was having an impact on how I felt about finding out the gender. I couldn't pull the trigger (it felt wrong for me, a planner by nature, to actually CHOOSE to not find out), but I felt different about it. Ultimately, John Neal and I decided to play fair and square - we'd draw straws (or something of that variety). We drew to find out at 20 weeks. I should have felt happy and relieved, but I didn't. It was pretty clear that John Neal's hope for us to not find out had more of an effect on me than he (or I) knew. That was that...no 20 week gender reveal ultrasound, no gender reveal party, no buying clothes before hand....no problem.
Here we are - days out from meeting our first child, and we cannot wait to share soon if it's a boy or girl!!! Stay tuned....
