According to the Chinese conception calender and my mother-in-law's needle on a string trick, this baby was suppose to be a girl. Alas, both are full of **%# as it is a boy. No mistaking those boy bits. Although I tried to talk the ultrasound technician into it..."maybe it is a elbow or a finger".....not another penis. I didn't think that I really cared about whether it was a boy or girl, I was just very grateful for the little peanut. However, I guess deep down I was wanting a daughter especially because B insists this is our last one. So my heart sank a little at the news (I am a little embarrassed to admit it, but it is what it is). Caleb was very sad as he insisted on having a sister named Sarah. We have had a boys name picked out for months so at least we dodge the whole Sarah thing (no offense Sarahs of the world but not in my top 20 of name choices). I am pretty sure Caleb will still call him Sarah.
Any who, 24 hours later I am relishing in the thought of having another little boy. I can't wait to see him and I wonder if he'll look like his brothers or if his name fits him. We are half-way there!
