So a lot of things have happened recently. We took the kids to see the Christmas lights at the Washington DC Temple. Those pictures are still on my camera so I will put them and a few cute stories about that trip on another post. Last week I managed to show up at the church house to drop off food for a funeral at the same time the as the lady who does the music for Sacrament meeting. She told me she had gone to call a few other people to sing and my face kept coming coming to mind. So since we were there at the same time it was meant to be. So here is the deal. Our family will be singing, "When Joseph Went to Bethlehem" on Christmas morning. I couldn't turn her down after hearing that my face came to her while trying to put the program together. So I delayed by saying that I had to make sure Les was okay with it. He wasn't exactly okay with it but he did say that we could do it.
Oh and on our way to practice the song after church a member of the bishopric pulled us aside. He asked me to serve in the Nursery. As background a few days earlier I had felt that I would get a calling in the Primary. In my way of thinking I wouldn't be put into Nursery because I am pregnant and there is no way I am going to risk my newborn being around a bunch of toddlers during RSV season. Our last newborn got RSV and ended up at Priamry Children's for a few weeks. So my thought is are they going to release me from this calling in just over 3 months? I have never in my life turned down a calling. I don't intend to start now. I am, however, praying that they will find something else for me by the time the baby comes. Les is so jealous. The ideal calling to him is nursery. Instead, he was put in as the Elder's Quorum secretary. It has crossed my mind that I will be kept in the nursery because Les can take the baby while I am there. But that would be just cruel to make me give up my newborn for even a little while.
Here is a little story that broke my heart. When we moved into this house we gave each of the girls their own room. We let them know it would be temporary because when the baby came they would have to start sharing again. Emma piped up and said she wants to share her room with the baby. We tell her that she can but first the baby will sleep in a basinet next to Mommy's bed for a little while. This was all there was until Emma recently mentioned the baby sleeping in her bed with her. I told her that the baby was going to be to small to sleep in her bed and that it would sleep in a crib in her room. She cried alligator tears. She told me it wasn't fair that the baby could sleep in my bed but not her's. I gently explained that the baby would sleep in a small bed NEXT to my bed not in my bed. I would be too afraid of rolling over on it or something like that for the little tiny baby to sleep with me. I think she understands why the baby can't actually sleep in her bed but it is still hard on her.
So for the big news! I went to have my ultrasound today. To prep the kids for what I was hoping to learn I talked to them about how the baby is either a girl or boy. I asked them which they would want the baby to be. They all gave me their answers. Then I asked them if it would be okay if the baby was the other gender than what they wanted. I got all but Samantha convinced that either way would be great. She on the other hand flat out told me, "I don't want a boy! I want a sister!" I asked her if she could love a boy baby just as much as a girl. She shouted, "NO I CAN'T!" So with that in mind we headed off for the appointment.
Here is a picture of our adorable little one's face. So now for what you have all been waiting for. We are having a . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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Wait for it . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A little further . . . . . . . .
A BOY!!!!
So now I need to figure out what to name the little guy.
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