Memory: It's A GIRL...I mean a BOY

3 years ago today I had an ultrasound to determine the gender of our third.
I was hoping, wishing, expecting it was a girl.
I just KNEW it would be!
I have 2 sisters, one older, one younger.
They are my best friends. So with this baby, who was expected to arrive exactly 2 years after our own darling daughter, I was certain it would be another girl. I fantasized about the future that lay ahead: 2 matching little girls holding hands, giggling together in cute smocked dresses like all best friend sisters do. I dreamed about the tea parties, the teenagers sharing clothes, and the two of them as adults, always there for each other.
BEST FRIENDS.
It was with these dreams swirling around inside my head that I went into the exam room for the ultrasound. As soon as the technician had everything in order I let her know that we were very anxious to know what we were having and could she please check right away. She happily agreed, went right to the spot and got a good look.
"It looks like you're having another GIRL!", she announced.
And there "she" was on the screen, our little girl. Grateful tears ran down my cheeks. My dreams were coming true.
Sisters.
I was on cloud nine as she proceeded to check that all was as it should be with our daughter.
Everything about our tiny baby girl was precious:
"Oh look at her little hands."
"I think she is going to look like me."
"Isn't that nose adorable."

I was gushing with anticipation.

According to the technician, everything was in order, she just needed to capture this last image and then she would print them all and we would be on our way to prepare for our new addition.
"Oh wait a minute....", she said with hesitation, "I think I might have missed something. Yep I did."
And there we were, back between the legs and this time it was as plain as day:
We were actually having a boy.
A BOY.
Not a girl.
A BOY.

My world stopped. This can't be happening.
But wait they were going to share a room, it was already pink, and I expected to reuse all of Emily's adorable girl clothes since the seasons and sizes would line up exactly. What about braiding each others hair, and picking flowers for their mother?
Up there on the screen it was obvious that our precious daughter was actually our precious son. For 25 minutes, the entire ultrasound, Emily had a sister, and I had 2 daughters. My heart was sad. But it didn't last long. Thankfully I am the type that gets over things fairly easy and it didn't take me more than 24 hr. to look forward to a having a third male in the house. A part of me still wishes (and hopes) that Emily had a sister.
But if you asked me today, I honestly wouldn't have it any other way!
Life without my Mack just wouldn't be the same.

And as you can tell from these photos the sibling love is not lacking!







They are BEST FRIENDS.

And the room is still pink.