The Verdict

Evan should never underestimate a mother's instinct...it's a boy! So yeah, yeah, I thought it was a boy but really I had a 50/50 chance. This ultrasound was so different from Colton's. Colton wasn't moving, kept his legs firmly together and wouldn't even assure his mother that he had a left arm. Fast forward 2 years and we've got Baby Boy #2 who was such an active little guy. We knew what he was within the first 5 minutes. It's funny because the ultrasound tech didn't even have to tell us. She was measuring the thigh bone and Evan and I both saw something "extra" between the legs and said, "We've seen that before..."

I love this ultrasound and getting a glimpse of the tiny baby growing. This might sound silly but when I see them on the ultrasound, I fall even more in love. I can't wait to get him here. It's such a blessing that he's so healthy and had all his fingers and toes. He was waving (though he didn't technically know it was waving), grabbing his toes, and making me all around nervous that he was going to come out ready to go. I'll admit that a part of me is worried about being a "boy" mom. I'm one of the girliest girls I know. Can I handle the bugs, the mud, the blood? I guess we'll find out...

So Sad...

Last Saturday Colton met Santa - for the first time - and was terrified. My mom hates this picture. As the doting Nana that she is, she can't handle Colton's face. Are Evan and I bad parents if we couldn't stop laughing at how much Santa scared him? Maybe. I was prepared for him to not want to sit on Santa's lap, but to be clinging to me, refusing to even look in Santa's direction? I'm thinking that in the next few years, as Colton begins to realize that Santa is the nice man leaving him gifts, this attitude will most likely change.

Some more sad news (though the above could also be labeled as 'funny'). I was taking pictures. Cute ones too. I took all kinds of Colt at Evan's work party (where he 'met' Santa). It snowed a ton the other day so I worked up all of my courage and layered Colton and I up. And I do mean layered. I think we each had 6 layers on. Sure, we were sweating on our way out the door, but this Texan was NOT going to freeze her fanny off. As Colton was running around in the snow and discovering what a delicacy it was to EAT the snow, I'm snapping all kind of pictures. Oh, I was feeling like quite the supermom, capturing my son on camera. Now I realize that most parents have a tendency to regularly document these moments, but work with me here people. To make a long story short, I try to upload these pictures on my computer and there aren't any pictures to upload! And, now the camera is saying it's a bad memory card! Bless my heart! I have no idea how to retrieve any of the pictures so now I'm blogging with the picture that Evan's work took. I guess that's what I get for trying to document Colt's childhood.

On a happier note, 5 days and counting until Ultrasound Day. I'm more convinced than ever that it's a boy. Evan thinks I'm crazy to be feeling so sure, but it's documented here folks. We shall see...

Some Attitude

I've been feeling the baby move since last week and it is by far my favorite part of being pregnant. Last night lying in bed he/she was really moving around (this kid loves some sugar) and Evan wanted a part of the action. He started pushing (gently, I promise folks) on my stomach and this little tiny thing gave such a strong kick, I couldn't believe it. There's part of me that's thinking a girl because man was there attitude in that kick. Pretty much saying, 'If you could stop poking and prodding, I'm trying to get some sleep here.' I think it was the first time that this pregnancy felt 'real' to Evan, you know? Not that he hasn't been feeling the effects from a less than energetic wife, but since he hasn't heard the heartbeat yet and I don't technically look pregnant (more like I've had one too many cookies...) this was the first time he interacted. He looked at me after feeling the baby and said, "There's a kid in there!" Well yes, honey, I wasn't kidding about that...