Now, what we have all been waiting for:
IT'S A GIRL!
Yep, I can't even believe it myself folks. For the past 19 weeks I've referred to the baby as a "he" simply because it sounded a heck of a lot better than "it" but somewhere in between that time I think I convinced my psyche that it was a "he" so much so that while perusing the racks at my favorite thrift stores I picked up some boy stuff that I now don't need, because, really, the daughter of a Princess will not be looking like a boy. And like every good mother says, but I am sure if you were there for the ultrasound you would have thought this too, she is just so precious and dainty and, yes, maybe a little stubborn like her Momma. She refused to sit still when we needed her to and then when we needed her to move she found herself a comfy corner in my uterus and there she sat with her little hand up in the air as if to say "Enough pictures already Momma, it's naptime".
I know many people have said that finding out the sex of the baby before the birth is cheating. It needs to be a surprise. But for me this was so needed, it was the little bit of happiness to loosen my arms lengthening from this pregnancy. How can I not now bond to a child that I have already named with a sweet little hand that waves in the air and the most adorable little legs violently kicking inside me. It was breathtaking but now I am even more terrified because I have fallen in love and love makes you feel vulnerable and I'm a *****, we don't do vulnerable to well. But I will go with this feeling and ride this wave and trust that the end of it will bring me my healthy sweet Camille.