April 24th, 2008

The thing about counting chickens before they hatch is…  …things may not turn out as expected…

…so…

It’s a BOY!!!  Absolutely, undeniably, a boy.  B.O.Y.

!!!!

I’m still wrapping my head around this.  Of course I’m delighted no matter what.  All seems to be healthy and on schedule, except, as has been true for every single ultrasound so far, the little wiggler is a rocker and roller and won’t hold still enough for them to see everything they need to see (except his undeniable boyness).   This time and last time they couldn’t get a clear look at the heart, so we’ve got a fetal echo with a specialist next week.

Today is officially 20 weeks.  Half there!  Now we have to start through the boy names lists.

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6 Responses to “counting chickens”

bluemountainsmary Says:

I knew it was ! I just couldn’t tell you – I have always been able to somehow know what sex a baby in utero is (not 100% because you know, that would be weird – or would have made me a millionaire) but pretty accurate….

And I am so thrilled for you – look at you half way there !!

bec Says:

There is something lovely about brothers – my two younger ones still stick together, no matter what, and you know how my own boy longs for a little he-male to hang out with.

Thinking of you often down here – all of us. We saw a woman in Queensland on holidays last week who had just your lovely smile!

bec Says:

PS – so does Bam Bam and Pebbles now morph into Bam Bam and … Barney?!

Suse Says:

Welcome to life in the testosterone zone!

(Thrilled for you).

xx

Stomper Girl Says:

Yahoo! I love little boys. And think of the money you’ll save on toys….

MsCellania Says:

I am so thrilled for you! TWO BOYS is just perfect. You will see – life is grand with two of the same. Mine play together (and yes, they fight too) all day long. They wake each other up because “I miss him, mommy.” They sit side by and side and do homework, help each other with projects and share joys and heartaches. Together. They are best friends. They can’t wait to see each other after school.

You have blessed.