Twenty weeks, and twenty pounds ago, I became:
It seemed like an eternity for the dang ultrasound that would tell me if I was going to have a girl or another boy…
Danny kept saying, “it’s a boy.”
I was busy chatting with the ultrasound tech and she said,
“your husband is right, it’s a boy”
what I heard,
“you’re about to be overwhelmed by testosterone…”
S0, I went home and played dress up.
Well, I may have to pass all my cute girly things off onto my nieces.
I wanted a girl, but now that I know I’m having another boy – I couldn’t be happier – I know Wiley and he are going to be great sparring buddies and best friends.
YAY for having another baby!
Coming August…somewhere around the 17th