Once the ultrasound tech started paying close attention to baby this morning, there was no question that he is indeed a boy. And proud to be a boy, 'cuz he was not being shy in flashing us the goods.
After we established that business, we got to see his rounding belly, arms, hands, nose, lips, legs, and what look to be pretty big feet (that he no doubt gets from his Mama).
I thought I would get emotional and weepy, but instead I was beaming, and Ryan and I were high-fiving.
We have a short list of names that we like and I've told Ryan that I want him to choose. He has a different front-runner every week, so hopefully he'll be able to decide without too much trouble.
It's a wonderful feeling to know that it is a he.
Now the waiting really begins...