Survey says.....

So, obviously, we found out what we're having yesterday.  I was talking to the sonographer beforehand {who scanned me when I was pregnant with Carter, love her}, and I asked her if she could find the naughty bits and let us see if we could guess that we're having.  She was more than happy to participate in my little game with myself and that was the first thing she did.  Before the measurements and whatnot, she found Baby Durbin's undercarriage and let me guess {Scott just stood there}.  I, being 85% sure what I was seeing, guess correctly {you'd think they'd be super easy to read, but not always.  It's harder than you'd think if you aren't used to studying shadows and ghostly images.}. 

So then, after absorbing, we got to look at all the baby parts.  Hands and feet and a face tucked into hands.  It's so crazy to see that stuff live.  With teeny movements and yawns.  It's so different than a still picture.  You forget how miraculous pregnancy and birth is.  A real, live person is living in me.  ::shakes head::  Mind boggling. 

I wanted to keep the sex to myself {ourselves, I guess, since he knows, but let's be real, this is about me} until the boys knew, first and foremost, then mine and Scott's parents.  My parents know now, we face timed them last night.  And since Scott doesn't seem to have any urgency in telling his family {sence my irritations and slightly hurt feelings about that?  Yeah.  But whatever.}, I'm going to go ahead and share and he can explain to them why they found out on facebook instead of from him if he wants.

::sigh::

I wanted to do something differently, but just for the sake of ease, I bought balloons in the appropriate, sex revealing color and waited for Carter to get home from swim lessons and Trenton to get home from dinner with his father. 

Then we let the boys open it.  Last minute guesses from the boys were....
Trenton: brother
Carter: sister

 

Then balloons didn't float out like I expected.  The trunk was too small for them, lol.  Since I'd jammed them in there, they were kind of stuck.  So it took a minute to get them out.

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But they did eventually come out....

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It's a BOY!

 

 

 

I'm so relieved!  Before our sono, I was mentally telling myself it was going to be ok if it was a girl.  And I'd feel guilty if I cried, so I tried wrapping my head around it beforehand.  But WHEW!  Scott said I threw my hands up in the air when the sonographer confirmed my penis sighting.  I don't remember that, but matches what I was feeling, so I'm not shocked.  I just always imagined myself as a boy mom.  A girl, while I'm sure would be fun to dress, just wouldn't fit with the dynamic we have going in our house.  I like my man clan.  :)

 



After discovering the blue balloons and the blue lollipops they were weighted with, we had a blue "BOY" cake that I'd grabbed at the grocery store then altered myself with some icing, lol. 

I won't lie, Carter was sad.  He said over and over that he wanted a sister.  He cried on and off a couple of times. 

However, I'm pretty confident that when he has a playmate interested in playing in the mud with him instead of combing Barbie hair {or whatever girls do}, he'll be fine.  In fact, a little cake and some tooting jokes {see?  all boy} and he was in good spirits once again.