Meet John Ronald Meyers. :)
I teared up and struggled to keep my shit together after the Ultrasound tech told us that, indeed, everyone was right, we're having a boy!!
"Are you happy?" asked Rob (who was glowing and hasn't stopped glowing ever since).
"Uh-huh!" I sobbed happily before summoning all my Mommy powers to get said shit together and apologize to the poor ultrasound tech.
Katherine looked at me worriedly.
Whatever it is, they don't pay ultrasound techs enough. ;)
Learning the gender of the tiny person I'm carrying around will apparently always make me dumb for 12 hours or so. With Katherine, I could barely string two words together. With John it was no better. After our ultrasound, the OB asked me how old I was and I debated out loud for ages before landing on a still incorrect answer. I got lost on my drive home. If we're blessed with a third child one day, someone please remind me to take a break between the ultrasound and any further human interaction. Take me to church to pray in silence, and don't expect me to boil water correctly until I've had 8 hours of sleep.
Oh, Pop, you've made us so very happy. We are so. incredibly. blessed.
"Where is John?" Rob asked Katherine tonight, quizzing her.
"In Mommy's belly!" she pointed, matter-of-factly.
So it's real. There's a baby boy in my belly. His name is John and he likes salad, cold cereal, and dance parties.
"Now, John at the bar is a friend of mine..." Billy Joel crooned on my way to work this morning.
John in my belly kicked enthusiastically.
As I've emerged from the haze of knowing who this little person is going to be, I've been wrapping my head around A BOY! A Boy! Oh my, I know nothing about boys.
I get to buy boy clothes! And it's yard sale season! (Score!!)
I'm going to get pee in my face while changing a diaper. (Hmm.)
I get to do a boy nursery!! (Yes! Let's focus on that!)
Sarah: (showing Rob my Pinterest board of nursery ideas) So, this is what I'm thinking...I'm dragging Katherine to approximately 12 yard sales this Saturday in search of 50 cent Things For John. I'm DYING to pull out the crib and start sewing. I currently have my feet propped up on a can of pale gray paint for the nursery. It's going to be a fun summer. :)
Rob: I don't understand. Why is there cow hide and weird wood-print fabric?
Sarah: Because he's a BOY!
Rob: Yes, but is he a COWboy?
Sarah: MAYBE! I'd rather him be a cowboy than a rap artist!
Rob: (snort) Sarah, Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?
Sarah: They're in my uterus.
Rob: That would have made the song way better.