I’m pregnant with a yogi
That’s the first glimpse we got of our little man during the ultrasound on Friday. He was basically folded in half. How is that comfortable?
Besides this photo of our kid in downward dog position, the ultrasound technician also sent us home with quite a few pictures of his junk. Seriously. Just so we could be really, really, really certain that he’s a boy. I don’t quite know what to do with these. Definitely not going in a frame on the wall. Also not really appropriate for the baby book. You know what it is perfect for? Using as leverage when he and his friends are about to destroy my house with their rough housing or are going on hour 12 of some god awful video game. “Remember, Mommy has a photo album of what your wee-wee looked like when it was only 22 weeks old.”
We’re having a little boy, you guys! I am 98% thrilled, 1% sad that I can’t use Addy’s cute outfits again and 1% terrified that the rest of my life will consist of ESPN and farts.
Liz: I recall your grandmother saying she thought boys were easier to raise than girls and was happy to have had two of the former.
LOL!!!!!
Yes on the farts. I say many many time, “no making fart noises with your mouth.” Apparently that’s the most hilarious thing ever. Congrats!!!