Seeing Blue

For the record, we would have been thrilled if it were, but this time- IT'S NOT!

I definitely did not expect to cry if we found out that it was a boy, but wow did the flood gates ever open involuntarily as the ultrasound tech announced that this baby would be very outnumbered with so many sisters. The tech pretended not to notice and went about her business.

^ scary alien baby face. 

We brought all three girls in for the ultrasound (which the above mentioned tech did not seem super thrilled about) and I was so happy that Bernadette was not upset at the news. The day before the ultrasound she was very adamant that "we did not even need to go in to find out because it was DEFINITELY a girl and would be named Zelie!" (p.s. never divulge your favorite girl name to a toddler, there is no going back).

But despite her pleas, we did go in for the ultrasound and later in the day I was walking through Old Navy (or as Bernadette's says, "Old Maybe") and mentioned to her that we should walk through the little boy clothing to get something for the new baby and Bernadette retorted that "actually, we should probably just go buy a dress for baby Zelie". Uhhh, it still hadn't really hit her but it did provide the Old Navy sales lady with some diversion as I sat and re-explained right there in the maternity clothing section that it definitely was a boy and that would not be changing . She gets it now and she's happy.

A lovely old man at our parish gives out toys to kids after Mass every week and for the last few weeks Mike has been capitalizing on the stash of match box cars he gives out in high hopes that he had indeed produced male offspring this time around, and he was not disappointed.

I am sparing you the ultra-awkward obvious boy picture because I couldn't figure out how to photo shop a modest diaper over his nether regions.

It definitely feels like being pregnant for the first time in a lot of ways, which is super fun and may just mean that I will be subjecting the blog community to many more pregnancy posts than they ever knew they didn't want to read. I was supposed to be about 18 weeks at the appointment yesterday, but am measuring more like 19, which kicks the due date up a little, which I will never ever complain about. Ever. 

I think that's enough for now. Thanks to you sweet friends for being so excited with us, we are over the moon about this little boy and cannot wait to meet him in August!

Lucy's gender reveal post