Newsflash: there's a baby in there. Seriously. There really is. And it was kicking and holding its hands and moving all around. Can you believe it?
(Yes, I realize that you all are thinking that I am being silly, I mean, of course there is a baby in there. Didn't I tell you months ago that there was a baby in there?)
But, folks, really: there is a baby in there!
I know this sounds ridiculous but as much as I know there's a baby and I've even heard it's heartbeat and I've started to feel some fluttering movement and I have to pee all the time (seriously, like every 15 minutes, especially at night), somehow it just really sunk in on Friday morning when I was looking at the screen that...there's a baby in there!
And that baby is a boy.
Pretty much everyone knows that I was hoping for a girl. I even have Lucas using female pronouns to refer to the baby (note to self: need to break that) but now we know with pretty good certainty (we definitely got the money shot if you know what I mean) that baby #2 is also boy #2.
So I lose out on pretty, pretty girl clothes. But, I gain, too.
I gain brothers. And I gain the fact that every single article of clothing in the many, many boxes in our attic will not only be the right color but also the right season.* And, of course, I already know my trucks and am learning my dinosaurs. And I don't mind bugs or mud and do allow jumping on the furniture. I gain the phrases "the boys" and "my boys" and I get to be the only girl (for now). Yeah, I definitely gain.
It will, however, most likely take every single day of the next 19 weeks to come up with a name. We were all set for a girl and for a boy, we've got nothing. Well, I have a name that I love and adore and think is perfect which Abel has strongly vetoed.
(Lucas has suggested "Lucas." It's a great name, he tells us. No, there won't be any confusion. "I'll be Lucas and my brother will be Lucas." Hmmm....)
*Note to self: money not being spent on pretty girly clothes should now be spent on massages, pretty new diaper bags or some other girly-pampering for the only girl in the family! Don't you agree, dear readers?
Original post by Smiling Mama. Thanks for reading!