So here's the story...

Bryce and I had our first ultrasound appointment February 1st. I hadn't been to the Dr. yet (bad I know, I've heard it) for insurance reasons, and was starting to get nervous that A, I didn't REALLY have a baby in my stomach and 2, if I did, there was more than one. So husband called this ultrasound clinic and made me an appointment. The night before I was up all night crying, scared to death of what I was to find out the next day. So what, I'm a cry baby with major anxiety... as husband would say G.O.I (get over it.) Anyway, the drive to Phoenix the next day was miserable. I thought I would throw up the whole way there. We got there in one piece, the lady starts the ultrasound and says "oh it looks like a girl!" (Those who have talked to me know I really, really wanted a girl) She wasn't positive though, and before she could tell for sure, our little man crossed his legs and therefore we couldn't see a thing. So she sent us home with an appointment to come back the next week. I was disappointed, but relieved to know that there was only 1 baby in my stomach and it was alive! I tried not to get my hopes up about it being a girl, but that's asking the impossible. I even planned her nursery. So the next Monday rolls around and it's time for that ultrasound. We had the same girl, who moved that little wand around for a good ten minutes not being able to see a thing. I was getting worried we would leave without a for sure answer when all of a sudden...there it was, plain as day. Proof that inside my big belly was a BOY! That had to be something else right? I acted as though I didn't see it...I asked her to point it out to me even though it was right in front of my face. I guess those Clarks really don't produce girls. We got in the car and Bryce looked at my quivering chin with a face that said "It's OK to cry." So I did. The tears didn't stop ALL. DAY. LONG. I was supposed to be a mom to girls. I can deal with their emotions and drama...boys on the other hand, well I just don't get them.

Now I know what you're all thinking. "What a freaking brat. She's going to be a horrible mom." But give me a break, I'm allowed to be a brat for a day. The next day I woke up knowing I needed an attitude change. That little baby was my beautiful son... that I chose. That I loved. Who cares that I had already planned a girl nursery and am bomb at making cute headbands! This little boy is going to teach me things I need to learn. He is going to love me like a girl couldn't love me. I'm so excited for him to join our family!

P.S. I am having so much fun imagining his nursery. I think it will come together quite nicely!

So here are the colors I chose. We went to home depot and picked out a paint sample. The walls, obviously will be the blue.

I am adoring this yellow crib. I'm scoping out Craigslist for the perfect one to paint...if anyone has one, let me know! I don't want a new one.

I found some fabric similar to this at JoAnns, along with a green corduroy. They looked darling together! Unless I find something I like better...this and the corduroy will be what I make the bedding/curtains out of!

I'm wanting to get a good collection of old frames to paint white and make a collage of. I think it will look cute on the blue wall!

Dear Chair-

You are beautiful. Where oh where can I find something similar to you that won't cost me a million dollars? That simply won't do.

Sincerely,

Mother to-be that looks like a whale who just wants a cute chair.

So a while back I painted my sewing desk (with the help of my dear friend Leyla!) for my boutique display, I think it turned out pretty freaking cute. Whimsical isn't it? Something like this would be perfect in the nursery. I'll have to find a dresser or something to paint because we all know baby boy doesn't need a desk in his room yet. Unless he turns out to be some genius who pops out of the womb doing calculus.