Baby Boy G
I had butterflies all morning last Friday. Not because my mother-in-law was staying with us, not because Fabio was graduating the next day, not because I was putting my stuff in a crate and sending it to Singapore in a week, but because I was finally going to find out if I was having a boy or a girl!
We had been working hard to prepare for the "big debut." I talked to the baby everyday about how it shouldn't be shy because Daddy wouldn't let Mommy buy it clothes or talk about names until we knew if it was a boy or a girl.
All the preparation paid off, because we finally found out that our sweet baby is a little boy... and a he is a wiggler! Every time the technician tried to find him with the wand, his head was in a different place. At first I thought what I thought was his head must not have been because there was no way he could move that fast... but it was and he definitely can! It was perfect for the ultrasound, because we got all sorts of different views of him--back, feet, bottom, head. I also got a pretty good feel for what I'm in for: running after a wiggly little boy!
He's already just like his dad: he can't really hold still and he loves to show off. When she said "It's a boy," we all cheered, and as we did the baby did a little jump/wiggle that looked just like he doing Fabio's victory dance. Then he went into a somersault--as if he knew we were watching and wanted us to see his best trick.
Mid-Somersault
What really struck me was how much love I already felt as I watched him twist and wiggle. I don't think I could be more excited to chase this little guy around Singapore as we discover a new country together.
