And then we saw our active little baby bouncing around and eating his hand. Seriously, he was eating his hand A LOT. And although he did his best to cover up the goods, our ultrasound tech was able to catch a peek at what WAS most definitely between his legs.
We didn't find out what we were having right then, that would have been far too simple. Instead, we had him seal the evidence in a big yellow envelop and delivered it to my cousin who was in charge of baking a simple pink or blue cake for us, at a simple gender reveal party with close family and friends. So when our ultrasound tech told us he was surfing through the land of genitalia, we both covered our eyes and looked away, although I think we both secretly knew anyway.
I say it was the baby's eyebrow bone that did it for me, my husband swears it was how active and opposite this baby was to our daughter, but somehow, at the end of the ultrasound we both went from team pink to a strong team blue feeling. Our two-year-old daughter insisted (and still does that it was a girl in there. Boy is she in for a surprise!)
All and all the ultrasound showed an incredibly healthy, bouncing, big baby boy, with a due date of December 20. Just think, if we go five days late like I did with Pearyn we'll be welcoming a serious Christmas baby. At 20 weeks he was already weighing in at 13 ounces, which is what I'll now blame the extra weight I've gained this pregnancy on. During this time with Pearyn I'd only gained about five pounds, but with Baby B I've already gained about nine. It may not seem like a big deal to most, but I've always been a bit on the thick side, so I really just want to remain healthy and healthy-feeling throughout delivery.
All and all, we're excited, nervous and still reeling from the news. I'm just now getting used to referring to the baby as a he, him and boy, not an it. It's hard to believe that we're just a few days shy of four months away, a timeline that makes me feel overwhelmingly pumped and unprepared.
So I've been a bit MIA for the last month, we've had so much going on in our household, from a cancelled trip to New York (due to what we thought was just the stomach flu that hit our daughter), to our gender party, to a trip to Hilton Head with our best friends (that also included a trip to the ER for our daughter), to her being diagnosed with salmonella poisoning and just getting treatment nearly three weeks after it started.
Oh and there's all my pregnancy hormonal meltdowns thrown in there too, for good measure. I look forward to updating you all on the soap opera that our life has been these last three weeks, so bear with me while I get around to catching everyone up.
And once again, thank you for your kind wishes, words and support throughout this new journey.
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