Okay, we did find out last night that the person will be in the form of a boy - which is awesome for our family as boy is something we know well - but, still...a person.
"Um, Cavewoman? Where are you going with this?" Hang on.
You see, in this age of incredible tech and medical advances, we don't only have the ability to learn whether a boy or a girl is coming into a family, we know - well before birth - how many fingers, toes and whether or not it has particular health issues. And while discovering the well-being of the child is paramount, there is much hub-bub swirling around the question of "pink, or blue?"
Oh, trust me, I was chomping at the bit to find out. Have you tried shopping for a baby lately? Not much out there that is NOT gender specific. Caveman is probably going to bemoan my new-found knowledge when he sees how much I can spend on tiny overalls and miniscule basketball shoes.
But, as much as I love babies - and believe me, I didn't get the nickname "baby-stalker" from my own kids for nothing - they are so much more.
Caveman and I did not take the miracle of having children lightly. Though we were as giddy and excited as the next couple, we knew. We knew we were having people. We were bringing more lives into a fallen world and we would - for several years - be completely responsible for their well-being. Whoa.
This sobering thought is probably the only thing that stood between me and a contract with The Discovery Channel for my own reality show: "30 Kids & Multiplying."
I'm all for kids. I think family is just about my favorite thing on this entire planet. I don't get political much in public, but I do have some very strong convictions. One of those convictions leads me to being as pro-life as a person can possibly get. I've pleaded with friends contemplating abortions to reconsider...to the point where, on a couple of occasions, Caveman and I offered caring for the children until the indecisive parents could get things together. Neither of those friends took us up on our offer, though one decided to keep and care for her child and one did not. Though the latter decision is heartbreaking, I still love both women. And so does God.
That heavy moment was brought to you only to make something very clear...babies - all babies, from conception on - are people. People.
And while we get caught up in the excitement of cribs, car seats, baby showers, naming and sweet, little clothes, we must always remember that God has entrusted us with people. And this is a very, very big deal.
You may have given birth to people, or maybe you have adopted people. Maybe you don't have people you're responsible for in your cave, but you have people at work or within your extended family. People that would benefit from you doing your part in helping them be all that they can be.
When we look at others as God-created, purpose-filled, amazing bundles of potential...we see things in a very different light.
Makes you want to exclaim, "It's a girl!" " It's a boy!" "It's a person!" "It's a responsibility!"
And, maybe...hopefully, "It's an opportunity!"