No. 3

The good doctor called me this afternoon with the results of our 20-week ultrasound. She said the babe looks awesome {not in those words}. Every bit of his/her anatomy checked out. Hurray! Such music to my ears.


And just so you know, I couldn't tell this time if it was a boy or girl. There was no evidence of man parts, so I'm almost tempted to retract my initial prediction. But I'm still going boy. Here's why:


** I had a dream just weeks into this pregnancy that I was holding a newborn boy. And it was not Buby.

** I swear I saw evidence in our 15-week ultrasound, and so did My Sweets. The technician smirked in such a way.

** I've already fallen madly in love with a boy name. First, middle, last.

** I'd recognize that cute button nose anywhere. It's the same as Buby's 20-week ultrasound five years ago {note: arms at side; feet crossed in front}.


Of course... I could be wrong.