Baby number 2...

I feel like this kid needs a name. I keep thinking of it as baby #2. It doesn't even have a label (the little link at the bottom of this entry) except for new baby. Maybe one day we'll figure that out. The first step in making that happen... finding out if its a boy or girl.

I toyed with the thought of not finding out for about 2 minutes. That's how long it took me to realize Tom's mom would never let me get away with waiting. And that I would torture myself every time I saw something cute I might want to buy. So I gave that thought up.

I'd secretly been hoping for a girl. It's *probably* our last. (I want one more... Tom doesn't... he'll probably win... I should just stop with the "probablys").

I'd been having this horrible feeling that something was wrong with the baby. Likely all the anxiety compounding from everything else and rolling onto the little one. So at the ultra sound I just really wanted to know that everything was ok. The girl spent a bunch of time looking at everything. She finally said everything was looking ok and I gave a sigh of relief.

Then she stopped the little wand in a very strategic place and asked if I was REALLY sure that I wanted to know what it was. I looked up at the screen and saw this:


I couldn't even answer. Three little tears escaped... taking with them my hope of a little girl. At that point I was just happy with a healthy baby that it didn't really matter anymore. Thoughts of my amazing Asher took over and I'm happy to have another boy.

Here is his profile:


Further proof he's a little man:


I'll always wonder what life would be like with a little girl. I told Tom if this one has Asher's hair I'm going to grow it out really long and secretly try out pony tails and twists on it while he's too young to fuss over it (Asher would never let me mess with his hair now).

I may not get a shopping buddy for when I'm old, but hopefully I'll have two amazing sons to take good care of me and treat me like a princess. As I went to sit by Ash on the couch the other day, he turned to his dad and said "there's my beautiful mom." There are just some things that boys do better than girls. :)