Monday, November 19, 2012

You're a.....

Dear Baby,

On November 15th Daddy, Finley and I got up super early in the morning while the world was still covered in fog and cool and headed to Walnut Creek for the 20 week ultra sound. That's the one where they check how you're growing and moving and make sure everything looks good. I was so nervous the whole ride over. I just wanted to be told you were healthy. Nothing else mattered. 

It was so early that we didn't even get Finn dressed, we just left him in his alligator slippers and PJs. "Brother or sister?" We asked him on the drive to Matt and Stephanie's, and each time he would pull his finger out of his mouth, and say "a brother and a sister." with a little giggle. 

Me and your daddy both were pretty certain you were a girl, but we didn't care either way. In fact I had told daddy if they told me you were a boy I would probably tell them to check again because I was so certain you weren't... 

And then we were back in the room, and staring at 45 minutes of you moving and bouncing and punching on the screen. You suck your finger like your big brother  and you use my bladder as a pillow the tech said. I already knew that, but it was nice to know I wasn't imagining that you were bouncing up and down on it.  We had the hardest of times getting you to move your head enough for them to get a shot of your brain...

...but, in the end, you are healthy. All 12 ounces, and 100% boy of you. 

And that my sweet wee one is all that matters. Finley is so exited to be having a baby brother, and I must admit, afterwards I was so happy to know I could still say "my boys." There's just something about saying that that makes me ever so extremely happy. 

 I love you to the moon and back my wee little man. 


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