It All Comes Down to This . . .

The day that we've been waiting for since April 1 (the first day we thought we were pretty sure that we had a little one on the way) is almost here: the ultrasound. Boy vs girl. Which one will it be? There are SO many wive's tales, and pseudo "but I think that one's really true" tales that I don't really know where to start.

First, there's the obvious. As previously mentioned, the Russell side is stocked full of boys. Early on, Leah had a decent amount of hormone-driven acne, which is supposedly a sign of female. The heartbeat "test" was inconclusive--pretty much right in the middle of the non-scientifical fast=girl, slow=boy litmus test. There's even a wive's tale concerning urinating on Drano (it produces different colors), but the big debate is what the different colors mean. Lest you think I'm making this up (I AM creative, you know), check out this little article.

I told Leah last night that I can actually see myself being ecstatic, yet a tad bit disappointed, no matter what the outcome. I have spent a considerable amount of time thinking about the implications of each X or Y chromosome. A girl would mean that special father-daughter bond, looking up and down every boy that comes home with her, and a walk down a church aisle followed by the words, "Her mother and I do." And don't forget those adorable little dresses and bows in her hair. A boy would mean t-ball (hopefully) and golf. Fishing and Hot Wheels cars and playing in the dirt. Those things, and so many more, cross my mind daily.

So, where are our thoughts right now? Leah is convinced that it's a boy--perhaps just bowing to public opinion. I, on the other hand, think that the boy vibe has temporarily left us and God will give us a girl. Who knows. The cliche term is "As long as it's healthy," which is totally true--but the piece of information that we hopefully receive tomorrow will dictate clothes selections, paint colors, nursery patterns, and probably Santa's toys this year.

Blue or Pink. Ballet shoes or golf clubs? This time time tomorrow, we'll be in the know. Oh boy (or girl!)