The ultrasound tech gave us an unmistakable (read: not appropriate) snapshot of our new little BOY to be. Wow! I don't think I have ever seen such a clear shot. After sending a few text messages with the ultrasound pic, and getting some hilarious responses from my siblings:
"Wow, he certainly is [a boy]! Wow!"
"Yes. That is either definitely a boy...or a girl with a tumor."
"Wow. It has it's own weather system..."
Aaron asked, in the interest of...well everyone...I stop sharing the centerfold pic.
Hyrum reacted to the news with surprising emotion: "No. We don't need any more brothers..." Ezra was happily content with the idea of a new "brothy" and Asher flat refused to accept the inevitable. Even today, when you ask about his new baby brother he will promptly correct: "No brother. Baby girl!"
To celebrate the news we took the family out for meat and potatoes at the local diner--some "guy" food.
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Last night, I found a zip lock bag stuffed with size 6 tighty-whiteys stapled shut and hidden in Hyrum's closet. What he was planning to do with it today, I truly have no idea. But come rain or high water...he's prepared!
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I've gained 18 pounds in the last 8 weeks. That is roughly 2.25 pounds a week. That takes consistent effort in overeating, folks!
So, as a consequence, I decided to be on a "better for me" diet (like 2000 calories emphasizing fruits, veggies, whole grains, and lean proteins, blah, blah, blah). It went pretty well today until breakfast, where I had two bowls of Blueberry Morning cereal with milk. After estimating the calories consumed as, oh somewhere around 1000, I promptly opened the freezer and pounded down as many twinkies as I could muster the courage to do so. So there, you stupid diet!
In other news, despite the burgeoning belly, I am still exercising every morning with my great friend, Ashley. She is looking great. I am looking more and more like Bessy. Moo.
That being said, life is so so good and sweet. Ez and I sat outside yesterday eating ice cream (him) and lemon sherbet (me) just watching people walk by and admiring the clouds. For a moment I felt absolutely giddy with bliss.
I remembered hearing a single friend of mine lamenting "all I want to do is stay home, have babies and make cookies...is that really so hard..." I just laughed because that is precisely what I get to do every day.
Not a bad gig, really.