Munchkin has developed a bad habit. She picks her nails. She picks them like others bite them. Down to the nub. It simultaneously makes me cringe and crazy. All the live long day she can be found with her head down, picking picking picking. There has got to be a cure for this. Dip her hands in wax? Cement? Duct tape the tips of her fingers? I mean, seriously. Soon there will be nothing left.
In other news…the heat is still here. Finally at 7 pm we were able to hang outside. Literally.
We are all very excited that baby is a boy. Diva knew all along. Anytime someone asked her what she thought it was she’d reply ever so confidently, “It’s a boy.”
And let me tell you a secret. I had two ultrasounds yesterday. Because baby boy was stubborn. The tech did all her normal measurements and then proceeded to get a shot between his legs. No bueno. They were crossed completely. And he was asleep. No amount of budging, rolling, poking or prodding made him move. So the tech said, based on seeing nothing rather than “something”, that it was a girl. Well that wasn’t good enough for me. I have waited too long.
So after that appointment I quickly scheduled another at a private ultrasound studio for later that evening. They said, “You won’t leave without knowing.” Darn right I won’t. I took an extra precaution and drank some cherry 7up to hopefully get him riled up.
Well within two seconds of that wand on my belly she announced, “It’s a boy!!” Clear as day. So clear in fact, I felt it would be an invasion of his privacy if I scanned and posted that shot on the interwebs.
Halfway there and finally starting to look it!
We are at a loss with names. Except for Diva. Her choices are Kyle and Hayden. Munchkin’s is Angela.
He’ll have a name eventually. I’m just so happy and so blessed!