Bumps and Babies: Week 19 Recap

 PEANUT IS A BOY!

We all saw the blue confetti, right?!

 It's no secret...

I am stinkin exhausted. This little Peanut deserved a party for royalty - but damn, is this momma is tired. I need to be carried from here to there because my feet still feel like they hate me. 

With that being said, I come to you from the comfort of my bed with fuzzy socks, Selling the OC playing in the background, and a nice slab of leftover cake sitting next to me. I've been fueled by sugar for the past 3 days. I have no complaints there, though :)

But, let's be real - prepping for a life changing event takes a lot out of you. And on top of that, if you're a social introvert, like me, gatherings (especially ones you host) drain your battery even faster.

I'm filled with such mushy gushy happiness...

it's a little hard to recap everything from last week, but I'm going to be blunt - I was a sassy little bish. I don't know whether to blame hormones or the fact that it was my turn to have a reveal - but my attitude was lightening quick. In my defense, I was extremely anxious the entire week leading up to the party. Things needed to get done, decorations needed to be created, tables needed to be set up, outfits needed to be picked, people needed to be called - and all I wanted to do was hide from the stress. 

With that being said, I wouldn't have survived the week if it weren't for some very patient and loving human beings. To name a few: my nana and aunty drove many hours to get here a week before the party JUST to help, my dad broke his back preparing the yard, my mom kept peace between my hormonal self and the world, and my husband is literally an angel sent from heaven and understands me better than most. And to you kind souls - I say THANK YOU.

Let me share some insight...

 The day before, most of the decorating and prep was ready. We all high fived, took deep breaths, and went to bed knowing that the next day was THE day. 

That night, I finally tried on my outfit, and to my happiness, it still fit. I painted my nails and put some extra oil in my hair, then laid in bed like a princess. 

Want to know what my husband did until 2am? Attempted practicing the reveal. Our plan was to do elephant toothpaste - but little to our knowledge, that actually required specific concentrated ingredients that were not as easy to obtain as we thought. 

And of course - because this is how we roll - we didn't think to practice until 15 hours before the big event. Our gender keeper, Isaac, came over with what material he had, Austin threw in what ingredients he had, and they tried to make things happen. I swear I heard some kind of poppy explosion at midnight, but I just kept to myself.

I left the next morning to get my make up done, and I just knew the toothpaste wasn't going to work the way we had envisioned. So I texted my husband recommending the old school vinegar and baking soda with some food coloring. He said that wasn't exciting enough, so I just said "Mmmmk." I knew we had confetti poppers, so I didn't want to be too worried, but I knew my husband was determined - so I really had no idea what to expect when it came time to reveal... Insert anxiety.

And then...

I got the text saying that our food wasn't ready - because the restaurant forgot. We had gone in two weeks prior and placed a massive order, payed for everything, and said we would be there on the 24th at 11am for pick up. 

LOL NOPE. Nothing. Let me be real and say I had zero patience at this point. It was noon. The party was set to start at 1. I'm usually a well composed person but in that moment I snapped. How could a very well known place, a place that I've had cater multiple events in the past - drop the ball? With fresh make up, I could feel that burning frog sensation in the back of my throat and I just knew the Kim Kardashian ugly cry was about to come out.

And it did.

The tears started. And I realized the tables and decorations still needed to be placed. I still needed to finish my hair and get dressed. And there was still not solution for the food.

It was 12:45.

The restaurant threw together what they could in a matter of minutes and Austin was on his way to pick it up while I hulk threw tables all over the yard. This wasn't a tantrum, this was super strength. I tossed tables, dusted off chairs, and sprinkled chocolate decor everywhere in super speed. I was on a mission.

It wasn't what we planned...but it was working out. Okay - I could breathe, right? At this point, I was sweaty and my hair was frizzy, but it was going to work out. Then, my mother in law mad a phone call to another place in town and they agreed to make full platters of Mexican food last minute. SCORE.

The guests started to arrive and the temperature kept rising. I was quite literally melting. I'm sorry - but can summer kick rocks, please? 

People were mixing and mingling and then the countdown for 2:30 (showtime) began. Days before, I sent a zoom link to friends and family who couldn't make it, and the start time was set - but the link was only good for 30 minutes. So, I knew I needed things to fall into place in a timely manner so virtual party goers didn't miss the climax of the party. BUT OF COURSE - that wasn't happening...

Oh no - the sassy stress began to bubble out again...

I'm the type of person who worries about everyone else. I didn't want to be an inconvenience to anyone. So as 2:30...then 2:40 rolled around, I was becoming more and more anxious for my zoom friends who had no idea what was going on. BUT, I was terrified to start the zoom and it run out of time. But how was I going to message every person about it being late? What if people thought they missed it and logged off? Ohhhhhh my gosh the anxiety.

I went to Austin and said: "I'm sorry I'm being bitchy. I'm panicking."

It may seem minimal to you, but this day was so friggin important to me already, and the start of it was so much, I NEEDED this to work out. On top of that - I knew I was about to learn the gender of my baby so of course I was freaking out.

But we can make things simple and blame my overwhelming hormones :)

We were running late for a few reasons, but my inability to grab control of the uncontrollable was driving me nuts. Finally, I started the zoom call almost 20 minutes late and threw the phone at anyone because I couldn't handle it at that point.  

The elephant toothpaste was ditched at the last second because I don't think my little heart would be able to handle any more uncontrolled outcomes - so we stuck to the safe route and popped the poppers.

The rest of the actual reveal is kind of a blur. I was snapping orders and heavy breathing with anticipation. I pointed to a friend for a count down, then POP.

I remember screaming, getting really light headed, and tears. Lots and lots of tears.

The confetti was blue. 

You'll have to excuse me as I happy ugly cry all over again on this end. This made everything about my pregnancy so much more real. Before, Peanut was just...Peanut. I called him a "he," because it came natural. But I was genuinely convinced that he was a "she." 90% of people truly believed that Peanut was a Peanut-a. 

So naturally, I pictured pink falling through the air. I had multiple dreams about pink smoke and pig tails in bows. People were telling me that they were saving all of their baby girl clothes for me. We were all openly planning for a Lyla Rae Muncrief. So, the intense shock Austin and I had when we saw blue was as if time froze.

Were we disappointed? No. Were we sad? No. It was a surreal, "are you sure?!" shock. Hair bows turned into bow ties. Lyla turned into Greyson. And preparation for my son...OUR SON...became real. 

Peanut has a name. He has a future. He. It still blows my mind. The woah factor is still intense, but it puts the biggest smile on my face. You better believe this little nut is going to be a mommas boy and my whole entire world. He already is. This bump belongs to a sweet baby boy.

A teeny tiny little Austin with a sprinkle of Karlie. The perfect mixture of madness and tender love. Hot wheels, dinosaurs, peeing standing up, shirtless hangs with dad, playing catch with Grampy, girlfriends (yikes - tell me why I'm already dreading the day Peanut brings home a girl)...Greyson Paul Muncrief.

Aaaaaand I'm crying again.

The perfect end to a day full of crazy... 

Once I gathered myself and laughed off the madness of everything - it was as if the whole week before, the stress and the imperfections - none of it mattered anymore.

We went home that night and Austin said, "We are having a boy. I get to do all of the dad things with him." I called my dad the next day to thank him for everything, and he said "We are welcoming a baby boy." My mom texted me saying, "I keep seeing little boy clothes now." My mother in law said, "He is going to be the sweetest baby boy."

Just like God always reminds me - everything worked out the way it was intended to. Beyond the snappy moments and the worry - the week ended with the beginning of a brand new chapter.

And that chapter is our son 💙

 

 

PS - Tomorrow (09/27/22) is my incredible husbands 28th birthday. Please take a second to comment / wish a very happy birthday to my baby daddy 

😋