I've been dying for this day. It's a milestone. My 30th bday combined with gender reveal? Surreal.
I know my readers are all at different places. If you are at a "lower" point were the word baby makes you twitch and a bump makes you tear up, don't read today. Instead, read these:
Box with Blue Balloons: Survival of the Gender Reveal
Cupcakes with Blue Filling
Often when someone who has been battling IF gets pregnant its easy to forget that they have been through hell themselves with the fight. The first post is more recent and is when my SIL announced gender of her second pregnancy-about a month after our 2nd IVF failed. I would sum it up as me trying my hardest to live out: happy for them, sad for us.
The 2nd one Cupcakes with Blue Filling is the post I wrote when my younger sister did her gender reveal party. We had been trying for a year in vain and had about 3 IUIs under our belt. They got pregnant the first month they tried. I ADORE my sister and my precious nephew, but the post is honest of the amazing clash of emotions that come with the overall theme I've worked on mastering: happy for them, sad for us.
Finally, finally, finally after three long hard years, tonight WE are HAPPY for US. This doesn't mean I have forgotten the pain, the worry, the increasing frustration infertility has to offer.
Here is the future dad making the "reveal" boxes:
Here is the video that tells it all:
Lastly, as I was looking through my posts I found one I wrote on my 29th birthday. When I blew out my candles there were 2 candles left-the colors of my twins!