The scales are tipping in the male direction folks. I have a strong feeling that in a few years I will have lost control of the TV remote and the ability to keep dirt out of my house.
We're so excited!
Stuart's face was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G when our ultra-sound tech told us that it was a boy. His eyes got big and his smile-even bigger. With all those sisters, he thought he was pretty much doomed to have all girls. Alas, the time has come for him to have a wrestling buddy and sports-watching companion.
Nervous: The tech kept saying how "big" he was for being only 18 weeks along. She thinks my due date is wrong by a full week or two. I hope she's right, and that it's my due date that is off. Not just that I'm prone to having big babies (all 4 of us in my family were pretty big babies not to mention my sister and youngest brother were 10lbs and 11lbs, respectively). Stuart was pretty big too... alright, I'm just plain nervous.
And for everyone
BEGGING to see a picture of me... here you go. I not only grow in the front, but apparently in the back as well. So annoying. Here I am in my "18 week" glory. (Lighting is AWFUL in my house... don't judge the pictures.)
Stuart wanted pictures too.
Oh, and he bought me my favorite flowers. I love when he does that :)