thrive where planted

Author: Becky Sizelove

Any of you out there planners? I certainly am, which is why I had to know the gender of my baby before they (singular) were born. I had this sixth sense that I was having a boy... leading me to believe it was probably a girl. Anyways, I didn't know if I wanted a gender reveal party but figured for my first baby, it would be fun. I repurposed a lot of my old wedding decor that I've been using as home decor (I love recycling!) and also did a few DIY's. I have to say the big reveal was a blast! So, was I right about my baby being a boy? Scroll through the images to find out! Shoutout to my brother and sister in-law for photos!

We decided to use smoke bombs to reveal the gender - I bought two of each color and Ruthie came to the party early to read the results and cover the correct smoke bombs in gold washi tape. She then was the sole proprietor of my baby's gender.

When the smoke popped my mom exclaimed, "Just like my dream!" - she said this because while Scott and I were in Yosemite, I was pregnant. I didn't know I was pregnant. I thought In and Out Burger made me sick and unable to stomach eggs or any form of meat for three weeks ... and made me feel like I was dying after a 10 mile hike and sitting out on the edge of Taft Point or felt like no amount of coffee would bring me energy... I digress. My mom texted me one of the mornings in Yosemite and said she had just woken from the most realistic dream where she met her grandson, my baby, at my house. She said he had the blondest hair and bluest eyes and that she had the same type of dream when she was pregnant with my brother and I. It was at that moment I started to think maybe it wasn't In and Out Burger making me sick...

Much thanks to Ruthie for holding in the biggest secret for hours while everyone, including myself, were guessing the gender of my baby. She's the best sis in the world!