So it's no secret that I'm a huge fan of the hyperbole, but I swear on everything...I really, honestly, truly got to experience the most exciting moment of my life on Saturday. Like...it was better than any vacation, athletic event, academic achievement, paycheck, alcoholic beverage (seriously!), or hell...even better than my wedding day! My gender reveal was hands-down the happiest and giddiest I've ever felt in my life.
The video speaks for itself:
The video may not be viewable depending on your device, but let me describe:
1. Chubby and extremely competitive preggers opens black box with husband.
2. Blue balloons fly out of box.
3. Loud cheers from crowd.
4. Preggers does ridiculously embarrassing and uncoordinated dance, jump, and clap for several seconds while husband is laughing with at her.
5. Drunken patron yells out "the pencil test!" several times.
6. Husband tries to hug and pick up fat preggers, but only manages to get her about an inch or so off ground.
7. End video.
It's hard to believe that I was ever a cheerleader in high school. Josh and I have watched this video probably 100+ times, and we die laughing every time at my ridiculousness. Seriously, I look like a fat kid that just spotted three dozen cupcakes. If this is what my happy looks like, I might just go into a permanent state of depression to spare myself any future embarrassment.
Here are some much more presentable still-shots of the special moment:
Seriously though, I'm really super excited about having a boy. I mean...I can't cook, dance, sew, clean, dance, sing, dance, organize, do my hair, or even dance. I have NOTHING to offer a daughter. The only girly thing about me is my stupid obsession with awful TV shows like Real Housewives and The Hills. No poor girl deserves to be raised in that kind of world. Since I can remember, I've always wanted a sweet son that I can play in the dirt with.
The real hero during this entire occasion has been my amazing sister who has kept Baby Mo's gender a secret for FIVE WEEKS (more on her awesomeness in later posts this week). Not to burst my sister's bubble, but I actually knew the gender since July 11th (9 weeks preggers) when one of my Kentucky retailers did the "pencil-test" on me. Our best friend, Pete, was there as a witness. Apparently, the pencil test has yet to be proven wrong in Kentucky. It's basically better than science, and it's the main reason I've been #teamblue since the beginning:
oh how I miss those thinner days :)
Saturday was such a wonderful success. In fact, I'll be blogging more details about this special day all week. I have HUGE thanks to give out to my sister for putting this all together and especially for knowing how to keep her mouth shut. Not to get all sappy, but we will never be able to repay her for the happiness we felt during that moment and the memories we will always have.
Jace Dwight Morrison - we pray for your health, we love you so much already, and we can't wait to hold you in our arms soon :)
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