Once upon a time ultrasound style

Dear Life,

Once upon a time (approximately a week and two days ago) there was a man and his wife celebrating the husband's birthday by going to their 20 week ultrasound.  They were pretty excited to find out if baby was a boy or a girl.  What a fun gift on your birthday, right?  Well the wife was pretty convinced that baby was a boy.  The husband was *100%* sure that baby was a girl.  But of course neither one of them knew a snitch more than the other. 

So they went to the ultrasound and watched with awe as their little bambino moved all around in the mama's tummy, curled up in a little ball on their tummy with their legs all tucked under their little torso.  It was pretty cute, but doesn't so much lend itself to find out out gender if you know what I mean.

So the ultrasound tech shook mama's belly and tried to make baby squirm a little and eventually got a nice "shot" as she said.  Then she wrote the magical words on a piece of paper and sealed it in an envelope and sent the mama and daddy on their way home.

Once in the car, the husband said "let's open it!"  It wasn't that they didn't want to know... they really really wanted to know, but they wanted to have the moment all by themselves.  So they opened the fancy little envelope to find fancy pink letters exclaiming "It's a girl!"  

They both let out a squeal of excitement.  (Please don't misunderstand... because it would have been equally as exciting had the words been blue... but that moment is so special and fun because you get to "meet" baby and "know" baby and "feel" baby in a whole new way.  It's like a magical bond that you get to share while baby is still incubating.)

And then they quickly backed out of their parking spot with all kinds of squealing and hurried excitement to go get big sister.  Except the man driving the car directly behind them just so happened to also be backing his car out of his parking spot at the exact same moment and... well... oops. 

{Pause excitement.  Freezing cold.  Check out the bumpers.  Check out the damage.  Lament over the fact that there was an accident.  Be thankful for the fact that we have insurance.}

And resume cheering for husband's birthday and baby's life!

Sincerely Yours,
Molly