When I found out the sex of our baby today, I cried. I must admit I’m surprised, since I didn’t cry when I heard the heartbeat for the first time, nor did I cry when we saw it kicking around a few weeks ago. Perhaps the reason I cried was because I was incredibly shocked.

After being 90% sure the baby was a boy, sure enough to discourage anyone else who entertained the idea of the baby being anything other than a boy, we saw the proof this afternoon- the baby is a girl. We have our little girl, whose name we’ve had picked out for years- Piper Jane, PJ for short.

I’ve got my little girl, Paul has his Daddy’s girl, we get the hand-me-downs from the only other girl in the family, and well, we have a healthy baby.

IT’S A GIRL!!!!!

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