So much for motherly instincts....

It's a BOY!

I was so convinced that I was having a girl. The thought of a boy hardly crossed my mind. I had a name chosen {divinely inspired while folding laundry one day before I was even pregnant}. The kids were as certain as I was. Matt was the only skeptic.

As I was watching the ultrasound I saw it. There was no mistaking. I'll admit, I was irritated. I tried not to cry- how could I have felt so sure? What about the name? Why?

I got over my pity party quickly when the tech came back in with the head honcho who told me he wanted to take another look at some things. At that moment all thoughts of boy vs. girl left my mind as I thought about something being wrong with my baby.

Long story short, he had seen a small cyst in the tissue around the baby's brain. That in and of itself was not too concerning, but if the baby wouldn't open its hand then that could be a sign of a chromosomal abnormality. They tried for what seemed like forever to get the stubborn guy to open up his fist. They jiggled him, they tried to scare him with a buzzer. They finally got him to do it and told me that if the quad screen I had taken at my last appointment {to test for abnormalities} came back normal then everything was fine.

I cried the whole way home, and called for my test results a.s.a.p.

Everything was normal.

I think it was the Lord's way of telling me "It's a boy. Get over it."

I'm over it.

and can't wait to meet this little guy!!! Now to think of a boy name.





This is how the kids reacted to the news:
we told them at Costco, thinking that a churro might butter them up....




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