First blog in a long time again.
I have not given birth yet, I have a month to go, but this journey of being pregnant the 3rd time has been the toughest, I must say. Taking care of 2 hyper boys, managing a small business and activities left and right, I did not expect I’d be this exhausted. I am not complaining, these are all facts and real life drama of my life. Haha. I thought my body can keep up with all the gatherings and commitments, but No, and the heat is not helping at all.
At the onset of my pregnancy, I knew this was already different. I knew from the very core of my being she was a girl because I have prayed for it and believed with all my heart plus the physical symptoms were so different from my last 2 pregnancies which were both boys. They say every pregnancy is different, I couldn’t agree more. But this was way different from just physiological.
My pregnancy is a confirmation of God’s promise when He said “I will give you a girl” even before I missed my period (I’ve been praying for a girl for 4 years already). I made a deal with Him telling Him that if i get pregnant by December, it was already my answered prayer. My last period was November 8, if my memory serves me right. Come December 8, I missed my period but I wasn’t really sure I was pregnant so I waited for a couple of days more before I asked my husband to buy me PTs (i always use 2 different brands to be sure). We really were not planning to get pregnant on December because we booked an out-of-the-country family vacation for our second son’s 2nd birthday and our 7th year wedding anniversary on January. But God had better plans for us.
Fast forward to a couple of days, I was positive in both pregnancy tests and went to my doctor for confirmation. I was already 8 weeks pregnant and she immediately found the heartbeat. It was love at 4th sight! Hehe.
Fast forward again on my 5th month, I had my routine CAS (Congenital Anomaly Scan). The first thing we saw on the monitor was the bum. I was used to seeing something dangling in between but this time there was nothing. Nada. Zero. My doctor told us (my husband was with me the whole time) just to make sure she will check it again after she checks the features and vital organs of our baby. But my heart was already shouting for joy and thanksgiving, God was faithful to His promise! After a good 20-30 minutes, she went back to check her bum and said “99.9% she’s a she.” But she wanted to really make sure. Usually, boys reveal their thingy as early as 18 weeks and I was about 25 weeks at that time already. It’s actually easier to detect boys than girls from my POV. When she said 100% and typed GIRL on the screen, I could not talk or think anymore. All I remembered running on my head was “What an amazing and powerful God we serve!” Then blank stares again. In short, I was in awe and shock at the same time.
Here’s a photo of the ultrasound I posted the day we found out about the gender.
We named her Liana Noelle. Not the typical I and K (Husband’s and my initials) but the grandmothers’ initials.
Liana (Hebrew) = My God Has Answered
Noelle (French) = Christ is Born