Jim and I had another date night last night – two dates in four nights! So fun! I had planned for us to go to Barrington’s for dinner, knowing they would help me make the gender reveal a fun surprise that wasn’t overwhelming. Jim really wanted to know the gender but didn’t want to have a party or anything, and I didn’t want to know the gender, but am always up for a night out, so this was a good compromise. The ultrasound appointment was yesterday morning; the baby looks great! Then we picked Molly up from camp early, went to lunch uptown and then spent the afternoon at Discovery Place. It was such a FUN afternoon. When we got home, I had to run a quick errand for a customer and I swung by Barrington’s to drop off the gender results. The sous chef was excited to be part of the surprise! When we got in the car to head to dinner, Jim said he was a little anxious about the surprise I had planned, then he joked we should just go to Chick-fil-a. I told him if he wanted to know the gender of the baby, he better not stop at Chick-fil-a! After a lovely dinner, we ordered dessert (the cobbler is our absolute favorite!) and this is what was brought to the table:
Even though Jim and I both thought it was a boy, we just weren’t prepared for a boy! It was quiet for a minute while we processed the information and the staff at Barrington’s came over to congratulate us. And then we headed to the mall to find something for boy-ish for Baby G. Jim picked out the babe’s first pj’s – blue striped Hannah Andersson. We had to make ourselves look at the blue stuff since we are so used to picking out pink!
We told Molly this morning she was going to have a brother and her first response was, “No, it’s a girl.” But by lunchtime, she seemed to have accepted the fact it’s a baby brother and even circled the B’s on her word search at lunch in honor of baby brother. She’s going to be a fabulous big sister; I tear up just thinking about the amazing gift of a sibling!
Ok, so now that we’ve announced the gender, we have no idea about the nursery or the name or anything else, so hopefully this is enough information for now! And rest assured that any name Molly {or Jim, for that matter} gives you is NOT the name. We would be crazy to tell her; we might as well take out a full page ad in the Charlotte Observer!