It's A Boy!

Boy, oh boy! Here's the newest addition at our 19 week ultrasound (he's a thumb sucker like Jilla). We had a really nice technician this time and she very patiently gave us an anatomy lesson on the little person at the end of her routine examination.

When she was all done I asked her if she had gotten an idea of whether it was a girl or a boy and she simply said "yes". I then had to ask if she was willing to share the info with us and she said "you both want to know?". We had a little chuckle then because, obviously, this woman has had issues with people not reallllllly wanting to know the sex of their baby or one parent wanting to know and the other not. We told her we both really wanted to know and then she finally told us that it was a boy. DH, ever the skeptic, asked how sure she was and at that point she gave us an another anatomy lesson that left us with little doubt.

I can't say we were surprised, really. This pregnancy has differed so much from the other two that we were sure from very early on that it must be a boy. I didn't ever have bad morning sickness but with the girls I definitely went through bouts of nausea and full days of just feeling gross. When I was newly pregnant with Jillian I spent many a morning dozing in front of the fireplace (the only real danger in the house) while 11-month-old Claire frolicked in the family room. This time, aside from my terrible allergies, I've felt healthier than ever. With the girls I had a thing for sweets (if I had a nickle for every peanut M&M I ate when I was pregnant with Jillian, I could buy a Maserati) but no major hunger. This time, I'm a hungry mama and I get urges for the most unusual things. A couple of weeks ago I asked DH to stop by my favourite Thai place on his way home from work to get me a curry. When he got home, I looked in the bag and asked what he got for himself. When he replied that he thought he'd just eat whatever I couldn't I laughed and laughed and laughed (he heated up leftovers and let me snort down my Golden Pineapple Curry and Shrimp Chips all by myself...om nom nom nom). I have very little time for sweets but anything a touch spicy or crunchy or tart is on my list. If there is no lemonade in this house (which I normally can't be bothered with) I'm very unhappy.

I keep saying I don't know what to do with a boy (because I don't) but I really am sort of delighted to be adding a boy to the mix. After all, I only need so many teenagers fighting over the hair dryer in the mornings. It might be refreshing to have the boy sit down to breakfast and say "my sisters are nuts".

So now we're entering uncharted territory and it's a bit daunting. We've already encountered our first big difference - baby names. Picking out a name for a girl is completely different than picking out a name for a boy. There are a lot of pretty girls names and I always found the narrowing down to be the hard part. For boys, the creation of the list is the hard part. I'm also amazed at how many men have the same few names. Seriously! Read the credits on any show on TV and see how many of the men are either John, Richard, James, William, Robert, Paul, David, Joseph or Thomas (or derivatives). If you have a favourite baby boy name (or seven), how about leaving a comment and sharing. I can use all the suggestions I can get!