Bring out the blue!

Bring out the blue. It's a boy this time. I thought it would be another girl. I just didn't feel different than the first time. I bought some preemie and infant boy clothing a couple of years ago, thinking when we have a baby boy, I'd use the boy clothes. However, more recently, I purchased matching dresses for Emma and her sister, thinking I'd have another girl. Should have known better than to bet against my mom. She prides herself on getting what she prays for....

Everything looked really good on the ultrasound, which helped to ease my worries. The sonographer showed a blob on the screen and asked us if we wanted to know the gender. We said, "Yes," and she asked, "What do you see?" I said, "I'm not sure what I'm seeing" and she pointed out the male anatomy. Curtis and I both looked at Emma and said, "You're getting a baby brother!" She was neither amused nor impressed. She said, "But I wanted a baby sister!" I was afraid she would throw a fit, but she started to warm up to the idea of a brother who wouldn't want her pink stuff. When I reminded her all of her preschooler friends have baby brothers, too, it seemed to make her feel better. I don't feel sorry for her; this is the first thing in her life she has wanted and didn't get. She'll survive, right?

I do feel a little sorry for Curtis. Having a son means my husband will be accompanying his son to the annual "Father and Son Outing" and working on scouting with him well into his 50's. (No, he's not a fan of camping, or what he calls "sleeping outside like homeless people when we have a perfectly comfortable bed at home".)

Here is our little boy who will be joining us in December (if there are complications), or if we're lucky, January: