We announced the news to my family at Christmas. (I hadn't been to the doctor yet, so the due date is off.)
James seems to be excited about the idea of a new sibling, but we'll see if he still feels that way when he actually understands what it means. Andrew and I both had dreams that we were having a baby boy. Andrew's dream was more specific than mine. We named the baby boy, "Bobby." Since then, we've all been calling the baby in mommy's tummy, "Baby Bobby" and I think we'll probably continue doing that until the baby is born.
When I was pregnant with James, Andrew seemed certain that James was a girl. He was shocked when we found out we were having a boy. This time around, Andrew hasn't had any strong inklings or feelings. (I don't think he wanted to be wrong again.) I have been worried to guess myself. We have been talking about boy and girl names and I have a running list on my phone, just in case I'm suddenly struck with a fabulous name idea which hasn't happened yet, unfortunately.
We've been trying to explain to James that Bobby is in my tummy and he frequently tells people that. Our conversations with him have also led him to believe that he has a baby in his belly too, so sometimes he shows me his gut. (And let me say, James weighs over 28 pounds, so at this point he definitely looks more pregnant than me.) James saw some pictures of the baby and loves them. He recently insisted on bringing them in the car with him.
Yesterday we found out the gender of our baby. It's so nice that my doctor allows us to do the gender check at 16 weeks. I even got in a few days early. I'm still not quite technically 16 weeks. Let's be honest... I want a girl. It's nice to have one of each gender and to know that you'll have both. I was trying to brace myself for the idea that it would be a boy though, just in case. I didn't want to leave the doctor's office disappointed.
"James would love having a brother, they would be pals, I already have boy clothes, etc." All of these thoughts were thrown out the window when I heard the ultrasound technician say, "It's a girl!" I was thrilled. Now I like to tell people that we can be done after two kids... "2 and through has a nice ring to it." I don't think that's the plan though.
She has the cutest little profile already
By the way, the ultrasound technician was very thorough in explaining to me why it was a girl and she even drew an arrow on one of the pictures we got to make it undoubtedly clear.
When I phoned Andrew to tell him the news, he was giddy. It was adorable. He seemed like he was going to burst. Apparently right after my call, he couldn't resist and announced the news to all of his coworkers.
I like so many more girl names than boy ones currently, so that is a huge perk. I'm a bit picky with names though. I don't want the name I pick to be too common and popular, and apparently I'm pretty basic because all the names I like are well-known. I think James knew all along that he was going to have a baby sister. We asked him countless times, almost daily even, if "Baby Bobby" was a boy or a girl and almost always he said, "girl," or told us, "sister."
I've been wanting to snuggle a baby lately and can't wait to hold our little girl in July! We're hopeful that this time around, we won't have a NICU baby and that we'll actually be able to enjoy meeting and cuddling with her. Having James snatched from me after just being born was heartbreaking.
I posted the following picture of James on Facebook and Instagram to let our friends know our happy news:
"Best brother in the universe!" James is dying to meet his baby SISTER this July.
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