More importantly, is this kid going to sleep like its brother?

We had an ultrasound this morning. The big one. The one that would determine whether or not I'd need to return that pile of super cute baby girl clothes I found on clearance at Old Navy last month.

It's a good thing I always save receipts.

Did you know that Seth is really, really good at deciphering the ever-mysterious ultrasound money shot? Like, I can make out the parts if I am given a minute to look it over. Today, the technician had barely greased up my belly and touched my skin with the wand before he was saying, "I know what it is!!! It's a boy! I can see testicles!" I said, "Shut up. No, you don't." Not because I am necessarily disappointed in the idea of another male (although- hello? Outnumbered much?), but because I thought he was being far too smug about it, and also because I turn incredibly rude when I'm pregnant. (I mean even more rude than the non-human-growing version of myself.)

Anyway, the tech confirmed that, indeed, Seth was right. And, more importantly, she confirmed that Baby Boy looks good and healthy. And, let's face it, probably massive-headed already.

I am so excited for Rowan to have a little brother close to his age. I know it will be a lot of fun. Also a lot of injuries, potty talk, outdoor urination, and body odor. But mostly fun.

And now my prayers at night go from this- "I'm thankful for our new baby, and pray that it will continue to be healthy and strong..." to this- "I'm thankful for our new baby, and pray that it will continue to be healthy and strong, and that Seth and I can decide on a boy's name without getting divorced..."

Amen.