So far I have been a very good grandma-to-be. I was successful in not blabbing to everyone I knew that Jess and Chambliss were expecting their first baby until we were given the green light. Then, of course, it was Katie bar the door.
When I came home from Florida in August to start my bowling leagues, I took Jess shopping for maternity clothes. She didn’t have much in the way of a baby bump yet but I knew that by the time I got back in October that she would probably be in need of some roomier clothing options and didn’t want to miss my chance to spoil my little Mommy-to-be. I was a very good shopper that day helping picking out cute things for Jess while consciously avoiding the tempting little jammies with the cute little feet in them. I did succumb to the tiny little foam beach sandals but hey they rang up for a buck ninety-nine. Frankly if it’s not over five bucks, I don’t think it should count anyway.
Then I get a call while I am still in Florida from Jess—they are going to have a dinner to reveal the gender of the baby. She wants to know if David and I can be there. Nothing in this world would keep me away from such an amazing moment. Back in my day we would have to wait until the child was born, then wait for a phone call, word along the grapevine or a birth announcement in the mail to find out what gender someone’s baby was. Now it seems like a miracle that at 20 weeks they can zoom in on our precious peanut in the womb and get a clear picture of the goings on.
We had so much fun sitting in a restaurant with both sides of the family eagerly awaiting the news. Jess handed out cute little scratch cards. From the very beginning, my mother’s intuition had been very adamant in my head that it was a boy, yes definitely a boy. It was an awesome moment when our coins scratched through the silver coating to reveal a black moustache!
Hooray! Our little peanut is going to be a boy!!!!!