The carnival ride of a pregnancy I was on hit a jolting moment, where we were thrown into a quick motion of spinning. The type of spinning where you try to scream, but find yourself completely breathless.  At this point of my pregnancy, you would think that no news could be quite as big as my cankles, but the announcement we were about to hear gave my cankles a run for their money.

It was our final ultrasound before our first baby was to make her appearance into the world. A gender reveal and two gender-specific baby showers later, I was prepared to be the mom of a girl. But as fate would have it, on this ultrasound day Baby Spady looked like a boy, showing what were clearly identifying ‘boy’ parts. We left the appointment making the 30-mile car ride home where I can remember repetitively telling myself this is nothing a funnel cake can’t help fix!

Once a year, in my small 2,000 person town, the county fair fun comes to town bringing in the carnival, concerts, cows, campers and of course funnel cakes. My husband and I made the half-block walk from our house to the county fairgrounds for a ‘fix it’ funnel cake. With a funnel cake in hand walking to the campers I came to the sugar-coated realization that boy or girl the world will continue to spin, and the love of my baby is what will make the ride worthwhile.

As we buckle up for another ride, I now have a 2-year old son that thinks he is getting a baby sister at his house and a husband that is confident we are having another boy because he “saw” something on the ultrasound.  So, while we each have our ideas this time we are taking it slow and steady, ferris wheel style, and will wait and see once we get to the top of the ride.