… as Mike so poetically puts it.
We’re expecting another little baby boy! And yes, this is my official announcement – I’m pregnant!
Words cannot describe the stress I was under yesterday, as we prepared for my anatomical ultrasound. (But since I am using words, I’ll obviously try to explain.) You see, with Ryder, we were hell bent on knowing the gender of the baby… but at the last minute, I chickened out and decided I wanted a surprise. So it felt unreal, sort of unnatural, to be finding out beforehand. I kept asking myself if I really wanted to know – or should we play the guessing game for 4 more months?
Turns out, I didn’t have to guess for very long. Shortly into the ultrasound, I turned my head at an unnatural angle to be able to look at the screen. I applaud my ability to discern what is being shown (years of proof reading German documents have made me appreciate finer details), and at one point realized the technician was approaching the baby’s nether regions.
“What is THAT?” I asked in surprise. The technician smiled.
“It is kind of hard to miss…” she replied.
Oh my God. It’s a peepee. It’s a boy! It’s a boy! It’s a boy!
Three thoughts immediately flooded my mind, in this order:
1. It’s not a girl. I won’t have a daughter. Am I okay with that?
2. Praise Jesus, it’s not a girl. I can ditch the whole “as long as it’s healthy” line. Some people do daughters. I don’t. Team Blue!
3. Wow, that’s a huge wang. I gotta get Mike in here to see this.
Baby #2 has the same due date as Ryder, so they’ll conceivably be exactly 2 years apart. I’m one step closer to realizing my dream of having my children grow up as best friends. And Mike is one step closer to realizing his dream of a busload of future MMA fighters.
Today I’ll be going through bins of Ryder’s old clothing to see what I want to save for his little brother (I’m thinking everything). And of course, shopping for a few extras (Mike rolls his eyes).
And, I’ll also be teaching Ryder to stop pulling up every one’s shirt (including his grandfather’s, random strangers and his own) while pointing and saying, “Baby.”