So, Dave and I decided we were not going to find out what our baby was this time. We didn't find out with Mark or Darci and we did find out with Kyra. I loved both ways, but Dave liked NOT knowing more, thus our decision. So, last month we had our first ultrasound and we did not find out the sex. Everything looked great, but the baby wouldn't turn enough to see the mouth perfectly, so we asked if we could have another just to be sure. . . . Last week was our second ultrasound. When we got in the room the tech confirmed that we didn't want to know the sex, when Dave said "Weeeeeeeeelllllll, maybe we should have you write it down and put it in an envelope, then we can decide if/when we want to find out." I was shocked! "Really?" I thought that was a brilliant idea, I mean, who could have it in an envelope and NOT decide to open it?! I had to stay for my apt., so Dave took the envelope and went home. We didn't even really mention it for a few days as our lives are in a bit of disarray while we are getting our flooring updated. But, each time I thought about it I got more and more excited to open that sealed envelope. I asked Dave where it was and he would only reply that he wasn't sure where he put it. . .ya, right! But, he wasn't ready to open it yet. He wanted to come up with a fun way to do it. We talked about waiting until we were in Disneyland, going out for a romantic dinner, letting the kids open it and tell us, etc. On Sunday the kids finally got excited enough about it that they started bugging us to let them open it. We decided it would be fun to let Mark read it and tell Kyra, who then could tell Darci, who got to tell Dave, who then got to tell me. . ."
IT'S A BOY!!!" It was pretty fun. Kyra and I were shocked. I knew I was having another girl!! :) Here's a pic of me holding the ultrasound picture that says "it's a boy":
I'm 26 weeks--just entering the third trimester--and feeling great. We've been discussing names, and when I mentioned one that Darci didn't like she said, "Well, it still might be a girl, so she won't have that name." I told her that we KNEW it was a boy because they took a picture of it in my tummy and could see that it was a boy. I asked her if she knew HOW they could know it was a boy. She replied that it probably had boy (short) hair. I told her that ALL babies had short hair and that they STILL knew it was a boy. She was confused, so as I tried to get her to figure it out on her own, we continued to have a very funny conversation: "How do you know that Breanna is a girl and Reed is a boy?" "Well, Breanna's feet aren't as big as Reed's and Breanna has girl eyes." "OK, well, some babies are just big, and they all have pretty eyes, what else can you think of?" "ummm. . ." "Well, what about when you change their diapers, is there anything different?" "OH!!! Ya! Breanna's diapers have yellow ducks and Reed's have green frogs!" OK, forget it, I didn't want to jeopardize her innocence so we just left the conversation at that! :)
