baby love

It's been hard thinking about how I am going to start writing this post. I know that saying "hey, it's a boy!" and showing a couple pictures doesn't even begin to cover what has gone on with us in the last, what, 72 hours? It has been a very exciting time for us. We're so happy to finally know which little soul will be coming into our family, we're glad we can start planning and dreaming about what we can do with him and all the pleasures we get to look forward to. 

We both expected a baby girl. I didn't get to watch the ultrasound machine while the technician found and highlighted everything that my OB wanted. Zach, however, did. Understand, please, that he knows what he's looking at when he looks at an ultrasound image. I watched his face as I laid there, waiting to see my baby (because he's so much better looking than ceiling tiles!!) and I saw in his face the instant he found out what gender our baby was. I knew by his reaction what our baby would be, and I'm so glad I got to have that moment- because that's the one I will remember. We are both so extraordinarily happy about the fact that we are having a little boy. The extra excitement, the extra surprise, of having that little boy makes it so much more wonderful. 

Zach, especially, is over the moon. My dad giggled and laughed and was so excited when we called him with the news. The other three grandparents were all thrilled. I am so, so happy that Zach is as excited as he is about having a little boy. I think every man wants a son- someone to pass along their family name, someone to buy footballs for, someone to coach in little league, someone to teach how to hunt... and I get a boy, a Momma's Boy. The more we think about it, the more a baby boy makes sense for our family. My husband and I love our comic book characters, I distinctly remember my Star Wars figures (and the ones of my brother's that I had stolen) taking over my Playmobil mansion and my Barbie Cruise Ship... and Barbie's Camper and just about everything else I could find. I'm not a fussy, prim girly girl, my favorite colors are blue and brown... I think a boy is just what I need! I am so, so happy about my son that I can't even express it. 

Other than discovering that we're having a boy (!!!), I enjoyed listening to the technician at the ultrasound tell me how active my baby is. She called him "active, a very active baby." I figure that if the ultrasound technician, who's made this their every day job and sees babies every day, tells me that my baby is active, I must have an exceptionally active baby! My little boy is going to come out with things to do and places to go. It actually is quite fun right now, because his movements aren't too terribly painful or in the way... when he gets bigger, then we're going to have some issues, but it's great for now. He was exceptionally angry Friday night, when I laid down to go to bed he really let me have it. I think he was irritated after having the ultrasound machine poking and prodding him for 45 minutes. We could watch him on the ultrasound tuck in his legs and then kick them out... my boy. I saw each individual finger and each individual toe. I saw his brain, his spine, his stomach, his heart, busy, busy pumping. The technician said she thought everything looked good, she knows what she's looking at. 

Well, I think that really covers everything now. We're so happy, so excited and feeling so lucky at this point, that it's really gotten us excited about our boy. As things keep progressing and moving forward, I know it's going to just keep getting better. I can't wait to see my son!