First my dentist, then a toddler.
Last month I started telling TDL about the baby, and pointing to my belly button to show him where it is. He likely has no idea what I'm talking about, but when we were visiting with my Dad last month I asked the Dark Lord where "The Baby" was and he pointed to my tummy. And then he said, "Penis!"
Turns out, he was right, and we have the ultrasound pics to confirm it.
Upon seeing the child's (frankly huge and yet somehow hidden until the last second) manhood on the ultrasound, I had two thoughts:
1. This means I for sure have to get pregnant again.
2. Aw, crap. Now we have to come up with a boy name.
Boy names are not our strong point. We did a good job with TDL's real name, but that was for real the only boy name we could come up with. Now we are stuck.
After the ultrasound we went to Aggie Ice Cream. TDL got Aggie Blue Mint in honor of his new baby brother. I got Chocolate English Toffee and also Centennial (a seasonal graduation flavor with a cheesecake base, dried cherries, and chocolate covered graham crackers) in honor of being a little bit depressed.
And yes, believe me, I know how stupid it is to be depressed about seeing a healthy baby with arms and legs and beautifully functioning organs, but you can't argue with Pregnant Feelings That Need Ice Cream.
Now that we've started spreading the news, some people asked me if I'm surprised. My answer is no, because I am familiar with a little thing called Science and I really didn't have any "feelings" either way. I knew what my two options were, and it turned out to be one of the two. If the ultrasound had discovered some kind of "V" lizard baby, then yeah. That would have been a surprise.
I think some people are uncomfortable though with the idea that I was disappointed and actually expressed that out loud. As if I'm just going to then turn around and reject/eat/refuse to love the new baby because he's not a girl. So then they get all funny and patronizing, even though I know they were hoping for a girl just like I was. Yeah well, wait til I dress this boy in nothing but pink dresses, then we'll see who's uncomfortable!
Perhaps this is part of God's plan to make sure I don't try to slink off with only two children like them godless, secular heathens you hear tell of. This way I will have to give it at least one more go to see if I can come up with something that can wear the precious tiny red Hawaiian dress I only bought about 10 years ago and also the tiny pink patent leather Mary Janes that my mom mailed me last year and instructed me to hang over my bed in some sort of gender-influencing fertility rite.
If I keep having boys, then we will just have to have a lot of dress up days. Which, really, I'm okay with. Now that I'm more used to the idea, there are lots of reasons to be happy about having two boys in a row. And although I never compliment myself, my friends do say I make adorable boys. If this one turns out anything like his big brother, I will be lucky, lucky, lucky.
Also I have started knitting for Young Sir, which has cheered me up quite a bit, especially this sweater I'm working on with the soft cuddly grey yarn I picked up in San Francisco. Will post pictures as soon as it's done, provided I don't run out of yarn at the last second and throw some kind of rage fit (see above re: Pregnant Feelings).
|Baby Sophisticate, knitted by Alana Dakos of Never Not Knitting|