Boy! Dakota and I were admittedly a bit surprised when the doctor said, "You're having a boy." And when we told Maddie, she said, "Ugh oh." The cats don't know what they're in for.
But now we'll start working on swapping out pink for blue and getting ready for this new little person!
Monday we have our anatomy scan and, if the baby cooperates, we'll know if we're having a boy or girl! But for kicks, tell us what YOU think we're having.
Facts: I was put on Zofran at 7 wks with both pregnancies, hospitalized once for dehydration with each, this baby's heartrate has been in the 150s, and with Maddie I was freezing and with this one I'm hot (it has been like 100 degrees here lately, though!). I have absolutely no gut feeling about whether it's a boy or girl. Here I am at 18 wks:
Now...VOTE! Hurry! Poll is at the top to your right.
See my bucket? I bet you want to play with it. Everyone at the park did. But it's mine. My bucket. And I like it. And it matches my dress. Does your bucket match your dress?
My Mommy thinks I don't like to read, but really, I just want something with some substance, ya know?
Now this is more like it.
Today Mommy and Daddy put me in the car and drove a looooooooong way to Larriland Farm so we could pick strawberries! They even remembered to bring my bucket.
Mommy and Daddy thought I might like it because I like to put things in things. They were right!
Daddy helped me pick a strawberry from the patch.
But I'm a city girl. I preferred to pick mine from the box and put those ones in my bucket. Much easier.
We picked 5 1/2 lbs of strawberries before I got destructive and started squishing them. Then it was time to go. We had so much fun at the farm!
So I think Daddy's job is fun!
And frankly, I think it's kind of easy. It's just ones and zeros, right?
I'm very good at this.
But I will admit, it is tiring. I need a nap now.
