That's right people I am having a little boy.
Joy is pouring out of our house.
So Friday morning I had to take myself to my appointment. Hubby didn't make it because we didn't have anyone to put Lael on the bus.
But I was ok with it.
The tech that took me back was super sweet. She spent a good 40-45 minutes checking every crevis.
Kidneys, brian, 2 arms, 2 legs, toes, fingers, heart, spine you name it, she measured it.
Everything looks great. She said I'm about 2 days behind but they would leave my 22 May due date the same.
He is almost a pound and has a big head just like his daddy.
Oh and guess what.....
He sucks his thumb. I could just eat him up. But I can't. Not yet at least.
So after that appointment I had another appointment with my OB. She said everything looked great and that she had finally recieved my records from my C-Section with Lael and that I could totally have him naturally if I wanted.
Just in case she did have me sign C-Section papers ahead of time.
Once I go home me and hubby (who couldn't control his excitement ALL weekend) went to pick up D for the weekend.
She remembered that I had an appointment but I told her she had to wait until we got back to the house because Grandma was with Lael and I hadn't yet told her and wanted to tell them together.
Once we got home we had to wait 20 minutes or so for Grandma to bring Lael home. At this point D was antsy.
Finally they got there and I let them both guess. They both thought it was a boy.
When I smiled and told them they were right they leaped for joy.
Lael screamed and jumped up and down.
"I wished to God it would be a boy and my wish came true!"
"I knew it was a girl so I wished to God that he would change it to a boy and it worked, God is my best friend.....mom, do you have pictures of his private parts?"
Hilarious. I know.
I showed them the sonogram photos (privates included) and they just giggled at his "Tee Tee".
"That means we can go shopping!" Lael screamed.
She didn't calm down all weekend. Neither did D.
We went shopping Saturday and Sunday.
They were like little maniacs.
Trying to throw everything they could in the cart. Clothes, diapers, pacifiers, shoes, stroller, cribs, you name it they wanted wanted it.
Hubby is coming up with RIDICULOUS names like Richard Wellington (Dick Well for short) or Ceasar (which means King).
Long story short. It's gonna be a long 4 months.
But it will totally worth it in May.