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Okay, so I am just a couple of weeks behind with this but....

It's a Boy!

It took some doing, but my doctor finally managed to catch a clear view of the little busy body inside of me. I can not begin to tell you how excited we are. It is so strange and yet so wonderful at the same time to know who it is inside of you even before you have actually formally met. I can call my baby boy by name now, rather than the numerous pet names he has been given over the last few months.

Y'all, he gave us the cutest, funniest little show in the doctor's office. First, let me start by saying that I have a great doctor who has actually done an ultrasound every time we have been to her office so far. It's not the 3D that everyone has been telling us about for the last decade or so, but who cares. When you see your baby on the screen it is the absolute prettiest picture you will think you have ever seen. I tear up every time I see him. The first time we saw him, he was this little circle within a bigger circle with this amazingly beautiful heartbeat. The second time we saw him I was surprised again. That time he had little legs and a nose and eyes that we could make out even without the doctor telling us where they were. He even had one of his little arms brought up to his head. Again, his heart made the most beautiful sound for us, but because he looked so still and comfortable I guess I assumed we would always be looking at this still picture on the screen of him. Boy, were we wrong. This last time that we were there my doctor had just started the ultrasound when he moved. I can still hear Justin asking her if the baby had just moved. Y'all we had never seen him move and to see it for ourselves was just...AMAZING is the only word I have to describe it. We thought he would stop after that initial kick, but he proved us wrong. She had to continuously reposition her wand on my belly and each time he moved. He kicked. He hit. He is quite the athlete Justin thinks. I, on the other hand, have a strange feeling it was the ultrasound that was bothering him...maybe her pressing down on his space. He seemed more frustrated to me. I could not help but laugh as she tried to catch a clear picture. Yes, our son is already pulling me into his mischief apparently. When he wasn't moving, I was replaying the last few seconds in my head and giggling myself. I didn't mean to be trouble, truly I didn't. He was just so cute and I couldn't help but laugh a little at his surprising us so much with his acrobatics in there.

Since that last visit, I am caught up in hundreds of musings of what our baby boy will be like. I wonder if his little show was just a one time event and next time he will be a bit calmer or if he is about to begin 24 hour productions for us. I wonder if he will be the sweet, quiet baby we are told his daddy was or if he will be a bit head strong like...ummm...his mommy may have been. (Okay, so I still am.) I wonder if he will always be sweet and quiet or if he will be only until he is bothered by something and then he will become more determined in his wants. It's not that I want our children to be disobedient by any means. I want them to be well behaved and learn to listen so that they can eventually become productive individuals. At the same time I also want them to find their voices, learn to speak for themselves, stand up for what they believe is right. Not to say cookies for dinner or Lion King 24/7 or mud baths rather than bubble baths are noble battles I hope they will fight with us, but at the same time if what I saw really, truly was a glimpse into his character, then I don't want him to lose his fight. If he was irritated like I can't help wondering he was, then I have to consider he actually found a way to show it even if moving about blindly is his only form of communication. Provided the words, oh my goodness, I think we all would have gotten an earful. It was just the most amazing sight. 

I've seen babies before. I've even cried at the sight of a few ultra sound pictures in the past. My sister and brother were the most amazing images to look at in their day. They made every conversation fun to have and put on a great show with their kicks and jabs as they grew bigger and my mother sat down to let me watch. They have always amazed me, and they still do. Now there is a new image on the screen though and I am amazed all over again. The strangest part of it all is that he is mine and in me. Sometimes I get nervous about this part of the journey coming to a close soon (you know the fun hospital stuff), but something will always happen to fix those nerves. We will have a doctor's appointment and I will see him. I will feel something strange and wonder for hours on end if that wasn't him. He will add something to his menu of must-haves (Example- chili cheese footlongs from Sonic) and I can't help but laugh. We will find something new for his nursery. We will find a new outfit for him for next summer. I will think of holding him, of counting all of his little fingers and toes for the first time, of being able to touch him and kiss him and hold him safely in my arms and look at those pretty little eyes I know he will have. (Obviously this is all before my mother makes it into our room, then he will have to fend for himself. Let's just say I'm not the only headstrong one in the family.)

For the record- my mother was thrilled, surprised, but thrilled. My brother was stunned to silence, but has since been making the appropriate plans for his time with his nephew. My sister was stunned, at a loss for words for only about 5 seconds, but extremely excited. Oh, and also panicked about what to do with a boy. Ahem, we have a little brother. She was awesome with him. Justin's grandparents were extremely happy to hear and dug up one of Justin's old toys to give to us for the baby. Justin's daddy cried he was so happy. My daddy, my daddy still recovering from being sick the last few days, managed the strength to not only congratulate us, but point out that he had said it was a boy all along. My sister and brother will never recover their pride, seeing as Daddy will not allow it since he was right and they swore he was wrong. My poor mother gets to be around their antics all the time and I am sure she is making a valiant effort to steer their energies towards planning for their grandson/nephew rather than pointing out who was wrong and who was right. Thank goodness for her good humor because we never let anything go in my family. :)

So that is our news! Sorry I took so long. We are still working on his room and trying to build up supplies for him and learning to enjoy all this fun stuff pregnancy brings. Alas, another post. :)