Our Gender Reveal Party

We decided to have a gender reveal party because we thought it would be so fun to find out the gender of our baby along with all our friends and family. What that meant, we would NOT find out the sex during the ultrasound instead we would find out at our party by cutting into a cake and if the inside was blue=boy, pink=girl.

This is how it all went down:

We scheduled our ultrasound at Stork Vision in Frisco. They were so sweet and helpful! We told them we didn't want to know the gender during the ultrasound, instead we asked them to write the results on a piece of paper and then put it in an envelope without telling us the gender. We were so excited to see our little one because the last time we had seen our baby he was 6.5 weeks, the size of a peanut! This time I was 19 weeks and baby was the size of a mango!

During the ultrasound I was so happy to see that he actually looked like a little human! A head, little legs, arms, fingers! My baby was growing and didn't look like a little blob anymore! So the time came for her to look at the gender! She asked us to look away and then wrote down the gender on a paper and then stuck in an envelope.

We took the envelope to a baker and asked them to bake us a cake, the outside would be white and the inside would either be blue or pink depending on the results in the envelope. Then we got busy planning the party!

Here we are at Stork Vision in the waiting room!

Here is the envelope with the results! By the way I carried that darn envelope in my purse for a couple of days before taking it to the baker! Yes, it was tempting, but we were strong and determined!

Fred, my wonderful artist husband designed our invites. What would I do without him? They came out super cute! He even took a picture of the baby Vans we used for our announcement and photoshopped them and made every detail of the invite, I mean chose colors, put every dot in its place, just amazing! I was shocked how great they turned out!

And the day of!

Here's a few of the decorations

Made this so guest could cast their vote. Mommy voted boy, daddy voted girl...

We hung Fred and I's baby pics to show what our little one might look like.

Aunt Selina bought the cake for us. She picked it up for us because I was afraid that if we went the person handing us the cake would be like, "Here's your blue cake" and totally ruin the surprise for us.

Getting ready to cut the cake and find out, boy or girl!

Watch a video of the reveal!


Here's the paper the baker gave us back in the envelope. I had a feeling it was a boy! And momma was right! Fred was sure it was a girl so I think he had biggest shock!

And the start of our diaper stash! Thanks friends!

The Lords Timing

That’s all it took and it was perfect.

And my timing is sooo not perfect because I should have shared this months ago! I actually did write most of this a couple of months ago but never got around to posting. So here I am with my answered prayer obviously bursting out of my shirt and oh so joyous!

This is how my pregnancy journey began:

Fred and I decided to start trying to have a baby. So obviously I expected to be pregnant the next month. That’s how it happens right? No condoms, lots of fun nights… Bam! You get pregnant. Nope, that’s not what happened. What happened was me stressed about ovulation dates, positions, legs raised in the air to increase your chances. I was a mess! So I didn’t get pregnant the first month we tried and I was so disappointed. I thought, “what did I do wrong? I did everything in the book!”

When my unwanted period came so did unwanted pride. I felt like I put a wall up towards God, I felt like a little spoiled kid when they ask for a toy and they don’t get it. I really thought, fine, you don’t want me to have a baby forget it then I just won’t want a baby. I really tried lying to myself about my desires to be a mom, I told myself, “you don’t want baby, just forget about it.” But I knew it was my pride and deep inside I didn’t want to hurt. I felt that if I didn’t ask God for my desires I wouldn’t have to be disappointed when he didn’t answer.

Then another month came, then another… The Lord was doing such a work in my heart. He had revealed my sinful pride towards Him. He was helping me to rely on Him. I knew someday He would provide us with a baby and I kept trying to take it upon myself to make it happen. Why am I not getting pregnant when I am doing everything I’m supposed to? The answer was obvious, I cant, He can. The Lord is the giver of life, the Creator, all sovereign, all powerful, He can do ALL things. How easy it would have been for my sinful self to boast in all the right things I did to become pregnant. The Lord wanted to have all the glory. He wanted me to trust and surrender my pride.

We began asking others for prayer.

Prayer is something I had always struggled with. I knew that the Lord knew I wanted a baby; I wasn’t going to waste my time getting others involved and have them feel sorry for me. The Lord would do it in his time anyway. I thought asking for prayer would show my weakness, it would reveal that I don’t have it all together, that I want things I don’t have, that I need help. And that’s exactly where the Lord wanted me, humbled; coming to my brothers and sisters in tears, sharing my fears and desires. The minute we began asking others to pray for a baby for us I felt this great immense love from others. Knowing that others were praying for us was the most comforting feeling. I didn’t feel alone with my burden. When the Lord decided to answer OUR prayers, WE would rejoice.

As I prayed and drew closer to the Lord I felt him asking me, “Am I enough? If I don’t give you a baby next month, next year, ever, Am I enough?” Yes Lord. In the mist of all the baby making drama tears I didn’t realize I already had more than I deserve. I had my heavenly Father who died for me and rose again. I had the most precious gift of all, salvation. Nothing else will fill that whole in my heart, not my husband, not a baby, not anything in this world. I am already complete. This is what the Lord wanted me to realize.

I became pregnant a few months later sometime in November 2011. When I was heart broken because I felt like the Lord was saying “no” to my prayer, I didn’t realize he was really saying “not yet, let me draw you near and show you how much you need me first.”

And here I am! 23 weeks prego! Feeling my little one kick, starting a nursery, looking up car seats! Oh so thankful for the Lords faithfulness, not only for this baby but for everything he has done and is doing in my heart!

Well I'm 18 here! We have to catch up and take a pic this weekend!