i can already see it, he takes on from his daddy...i mean his personality and playfulness of course
we were going to do the whole big reveal the day following my ultrasound but his daddy couldn't wait. rewind to the night before and mr. b.a.r. very seriously asks me to find out what the peanut's gender is and text him right away. TEXT ME RIGHT AWAY. I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS. TEXT ME RIGHT AWAY. AND DON'T MESS AROUND. TEXT ME RIGHT AWAY. that was really how emphatic he was bout it. i couldn't help but laugh. i think i laughed for a good minute. LIKE ROFL. i thought about all the teasing i could do. the neener neener neener. the i know something you don't know. yes, not very mature and yes, i am this baby's mother.
not being able to accompany me to "the big" ultrasound, i was planning to ask the technician to put the answer in a sealed envelope so that we could both find out at the same time and so that i'll be fair and not tease him relentlessly with my knowledge. you see that picture? nope, that sealed envelope thing wasn't gonna work anyway. i saw it before the technician got to ask me if i wanted to know the gender. it was as if the peanut was trying to say, lookie here mommy! look what i've got!
yeah, was not subtle at all. then, after that in your face flash and a tease, the peanut had his legs crossed for the rest of the ultrasound. the joke was ALMOST on mommy.
but keep these antics up and i could still name you emma, stella, or chloe
kidding. of course.
seriously though, we don't have any boy names. we had a couple here and there but nothing really stuck. as in, i didn't think i was having a boy, so no need to really think of a boy's name. look how that backfires.
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