Yessiree! You've probably heard the news via Facebook by now, but in case you haven't... We are having a little
boy! The ultrasound went wonderfully well, my doctor made a thorough inspection of baby's whole body (and I am happy to report that our little man is free of everything from spina bifida to a clubbed foot to a cleft lip), and Danny is beaming: he is so proud to be having a son! We loved the time spent viewing the ultrasound images. We got to look at his brain, his heart, lungs, stomach, kidneys, legs and arms, hands and feet, his back and bum and other boy parts -- Dr. Melendez put it, "He is
definitely a boy!" -- Danny loved that, as you can imagine, and best of all, his little face. I will post pictures soon (again, when my Internet is up... or maybe I'll just have to put the pics on Danny's computer), but I just wanted to mention that seeing his face was so neat because we got to look at it from a few different sides, and I just kept thinking how much I could see Danny and me in his little nose and chin and lips. It was wonderful! He looks like a little angel. Well, okay, so, Danny and I were both hellions as children... but maybe that will skip a generation?
Shortly after the appointment we took the news to our families, and everyone's reaction seemed to be, "I knew it would be a boy!" Since then, I've spent most of my brain energy coming up with nursery decorating ideas and picking colors and designs. And my fantastic mom has gone to work doing the same. It will be a thrilling project, that's for sure! I will take and post pictures as we go.
I will write more later, but I just wanted to report on the events of the last few days. (I find myself needing to write down special things like this before my pregnant brain forgets the details.) I am very thankful for what appears to be a healthy little boy (he certainly FEELS healthy... very squirmy and wiggly and throwing kicks when I least expect it. I tell Danny it feels like I'm being tickled from the inside out), and for a most loving, supportive husband and family. Not to mention, this may sound strange, but Danny and I are grateful to have another way by which our lives can be tied tighter to Brianna and Carter, Mark's wife and son. Carter will be less than two years older than our boy, and we hope they will be lifelong little buddies. Somehow we take a lot of comfort in that. Miss you, Mark.
Talk to you all again, soon! Goodnight!