boy, oh boy!

Babe, you are a boy (of course you already knew that)! A very bouncy, baby boy. Here I was all afraid that you might not cooperate and we might not get to find out just what you are, but you had absolutely no qualms about flashing your junk all over the place. Such a Derhake. Almost immediately our ultrasound tech was able to say those three words to us......It's a boy!

Your Dad and I just looked at each other and started laughing and crying and smiling so h

ard, I'm sure we both looked a bit touched. And right away it just all made sense, you are a boy, of course you're a boy. I can totally see us with a boy. You will fit right into our little family so perfectly. In fact, I am pretty sure your Dad is mentally picking out cleats and soccer balls for you already.

We will have a wonderful time together Gizmo.

You looked very handsome in all your pictures and all your little fingers and toes are accounted for. We got to see you kicking and punching at my cervix like it is some sort of trap door you are trying to bust out of (stop doing that by the way, it hurts). The tech was nice enough to print out the stats for all your various body parts and limbs, and I was ecstatic to see that your head is in the 49th percentile. Try to keep in that range baby, think lots of "normal size head" thoughts. Our beloved Doctor, Doctor V., explained that you are 11 0z, or about the size of a bag of chocolate chips.....how great is she???!! Although, if you are only about a pound, that really doesn't explain why I have gained 9 lbs. Sigh.

It is so weird and amazing to know that you are a boy. That in just a short time we will have a son. Makes me even more excited to meet you, and I didn't even think that was possible.

And just because it seems only fair since I have posted so many pictures of you, here is one of me.....carrying you. In this picture you are 21 weeks old.