BOY!
Tuesday morning I went to the doctor for my sonogram. Since Scott isn't here, I asked the technician not to tell me if #2 was a boy or a girl, but to put a sticker with either "It's a Boy!" or "It's a Girl" in an envelope that I immediately sealed so Scott and I could open it together over Skype that evening. During the sonogram, the technician labeled things like the brain, legs, heart, ect. Then she labeled a picture "thighs." I confess I stared really hard at that one to see if I could see anything between them, but there was nothing. Then later in the sonogram, I could have sworn I saw a shot of fully developed little boy parts, but I also thought the baby's sternum was it's face, so I wasn't a pro at figuring out what those grainy images were!
On the way home, I thought about those two different images and was excited about the prospect of either a little boy or a little girl. I confess, I was decorating a Princess and the Frog nursery where Scott was going to do another cute mural with lots of pink and green and sparkley things in my head. In the days before the sonogram, I convinced myself (just like I did with CJ) that we were going to have a girl. Scott, was never detered and stuck by his voodoo trick that told us we were having a boy. I have lots of faith in my husband's competency, it was just a ring dangling from one of my hairs over my belly that turned one way for a boy and another way for a girl that had me not so convinced #2 was a boy!
So when we found out we were having a boy I was VERY excited. I wanted a girl for silly reasons, but I really wanted a boy for what I consider good reasons. I wanted CJ to have a brother, and that bond is priceless. I wanted Scott to have another boy, because he is such a good dad to CJ (he would be great with a girl to, but she would have the run of him!). I wanted a boy because I feel like I am a good boy mama, and don't handle little girl drama with the mercy and grace it would demand. And mostly, when I was pregnant with CJ, and I was praying for our family, I felt like God told me we were going to have a house full of crazy, smelly, wrestling boys. Now that is not my nature at all, so I knew this was God's way of getting me ready for what was to come. And I'll tell you...even at one year old...little boys can get stinky fast! And I love it. I love little dirty feet. I love my little explorer. I love watching him bang and play with cars. I love everything about having a little boy (except for the day when he brings me a bug...that I won't handle well at all!). So needless to say, we are excited.
I thought we had settled on a name, but as Scott and I have been talking, he is wavering. It may still be Ethan Spencer or it may be Elijah, or Elisha, or Eli, or who knows what. We have a few more months to decide. I'll let you know as soon as we have a final answer.
I am also still feeling well. My mom has been here the last week, and it has been sooooo nice. I got to sleep in two different times, and that was a priceless gift. She has been such a help. I have been able to rest and also get some projects done like cleaning off the back patio...not a fun or fast job. More on that later though. More than anything I am tired during this pregnancy. I feel tired when I wake up, but I have decided that is more from having a busy, busy, busy one year old than being pregnant.
So here is me at 20 weeks. I was actually 21 weeks today, so the time is going fast. It is hard to believe I am over half way there!
(Usually when I talk to Scott on Skype, I am sitting down and he just sees my face. The other day I was feeding CJ and when I stood up to get him more food he said, "WOW, you look pregnant!" He also says the shirt in this picture looks like his mom's sofa. Just a few of his observations to give you a laugh...)
