One Month. The Wes Edition.

If you care to read about Andrew at one month you may do so here. I can imagine that the only one to click that link will be my mama. It made me almost cry because I saw that at this point Andrew was sleeping from 9pm to 2 or 3 in the morning. Then back to sleep until 6. Wes gets up every 3 hours like clockwork. Waaaaaa!!

Little Wes, I love you even though you never let me sleep! How could I not?

Ignore that little blue line you can see through his onesie. I know I needed to change his diaper. I may not have.

For comparison, here is your brother at one month:

You look so much alike!

So anyways, while you are not anywhere near as good of a sleeper as your brother, you are on a pretty predictable schedule, which I adore. I know that at 6, 9, 12 (you get the picture) you are going to want to eat. Then you'll have about 1/2 hour to an hour of awake time. Then you'll sleep until you're ready to eat again. (This is all for the most part). I love that predictability, so thank you! It also means I can coordinate nap time with your brother.

You, also like your brother, love to eat. I thought it was excessive that you were eating 4 ounces every 3 hours, but just read that Andrew did as well.
At 2 weeks you weighed 8 pounds 5 ounces and were just over 21 inches long. (Andrew was 7 pounds 5 ounces and 20.5 inches)
You, for the most part, have grown out of newborn clothes and are now wearing 0-3 months.

You've already been on your first big road trip.. to Ohio to visit family. You handled it like a champ and I know everyone loved meeting you! Mama enjoyed all of the extra hands :)

You gave me your first smiles last week (just before turning 4 weeks).
You're lifting your head so well.

You adore your brother more than anyone else, I think. You always turn towards his voice and you can easily be calmed down when he comes over and holds your hand and says, "it's okay baby Wes". I love the relationship the two of you already have!

For the most part, you are such a content baby. You have your moments, or days, but you seem to be an "easy" baby just like your brother was.

You've completed us sweet baby! I'm so glad that you are in our lives!

Wes' birth story

Surprise! Someone made an early appearance!

He wasn't scheduled to come until tomorrow (the 31st), but it looks like he had other plans. I started to feel like something wasn't right on Thursday. I had no idea I was in labor, but I was really tired. My energy level dropped way down and I just didn't feel right. I didn't think much of it though, I was just 38 weeks pregnant.
Fast forward to Friday. I felt better in the morning. Still sluggish, I remember thinking that all I wanted to do was lay down on the couch. I didn't want to get up for anything! I got some stuff done in the morning and then started feeling bad again. I called my SIL to talk about it. I had a nagging feeling, "I wonder if..." so we chatted about what I was feeling. My back hurt a little, I was kind of crampy and my stomach was tightening, but it kind of just felt like Wes was trying to stretch out. I was uncomfortable at worst and thought that it couldn't possibly be labor... that's supposed to be painful. Plus, everyone says you'll KNOW when you're in labor. Phsshhh... not always true!
My mom got home from work around 5:15 and that's when I really started suspecting. I was noticing more of a pattern with the tightening. I told her what was going on and that I was thinking about going in to get checked. I was sure this wasn't it, but at least I'd be able to sleep better knowing for sure that nothing was going on. I took a bath to soak for a few minutes, took a shower, and straightened my hair... you know.. just in case!
I started sending Trey emails just letting him know I was going in, but no need for alarm! I had no idea when he'd even get the messages. By the time we got to the hospital, I was glad we had left! Something was definitely happening. We walked up to Labor and Delivery and I let them know I wanted to be checked. They kind of looked at me like I was crazy and told me I was probably just feeling Braxton Hicks. They entertained me though, and hooked me up to the machines.
About 10 minutes later, the nurse came back and said my contractions were 2 minutes apart. She was coming in to check me but they were going to go ahead and call the doctor because she didn't trust me one bit. Comes in, checks me, and surprise! 4cm dialated, 50% effaced. Because we had to do a c-section, she called the doc and told him to hurry it on up!
30 minutes later, I was in the operating room (which, btw, was the scariest experience I've ever gone through... but easy and painless in the end) and prepping to meet my baby! I got all set up and as soon as my mom came in I started crying. This was it! Nothing like knowing someone is about to take a scalpel to your abdomen. What felt like 10 minutes later, it was over. They pulled my baby out and unfortunately, I didn't hear those sweet cries right away. My mom didn't even have time to cut the cord. They rushed him off because he couldn't breath. There was fluid trapped in his lungs that he couldn't pass. They took him off to special care and I was once again in the position of worrying about my baby.
Fortunately, it was nowhere near as bad this time. He was born at 10:34pm and by 5am he was in my room with me!

Healthy as can be! Needless to say, we never had time to get Daddy on the phone or Skype. He missed the whole thing and found out the next day that his son was here. Can you even imagine that? I can't. I know it was hard on him.

We spent 2 nights in the hospital.
He weighed 8 pounds exactly and is 21 inches long.
He's breastfeeding like a champ and I couldn't be any more thrilled with all that.

He's had tons of visitors and must feel pretty darn loved already.
His big brother is just smitten with him. He spends the day asking if he can hold him, kissing him and "petting" him.

I'm so much in love with him! I spent so much time worrying how I could possibly love another baby. Everyone told me that you just do. Your heart grows. And it does. I already can't imagine life without him. He just fits with us. He completes our family and he couldn't fit any more perfectly.

We love you, Wes! Welcome to our family :)

21 Days

We have 21 days at most until baby Wes is here! That's crazy to me. I feel like my whole world is about to be rocked (and Andrew's) and I'm not sure how to feel about it.

Honestly, there are A LOT of days where I think to myself... and sometimes say out loud... "what in God's name was I thinking??". What made us think this would be a good idea? I had a good thing going with that one child gig. But I do know that once he gets here I'll never look back. Right??

No, really, for the most part, I'm ready!
I'm ready physically, that's for sure! All I can say is THANK GOD my husband and I are in agreeance to never doing this again. I'm so uncomfortable. I can barely get around. That is a problem when you have a very active toddler! I'm excited to be able to do stuff with him (them) again. Well do more I guess, because I still have to do stuff with him. It's just not fun! I'm ready to get my body back and work on looking good for a certain someone to come home. At least I have a while to work on that.. I'll need the time! I'm ready to sleep on my belly again! That, my friends, is going to be glorious.

I'm a little nervous about learning how to handle two kids. I'm worried about how Andrew will respond and figuring out how I'll split my time. I'm nervous about going out and getting stuff done with two, like grocery shopping, for instance. So I'm ready to just throw myself into all that. I can't wait to just do it.. get the the newness, awkwardness, and learning out of the way and let it become my new normal. I'm ready to kick this whole having two kids' thing ass.

And really, I'm just so excited to meet our 2nd little boy. Another little human that is half myself and half Trey. I can't wait to love on him. To see what he looks like. I wonder if he'll look just like Andrew did or nothing like him at all? To see what his little personality will be like. I pray he's as easy as Andrew was, but I don't dare assume that I'm that lucky. I'm excited to see Andrew take on the roll of big brother. I'm pretty sure he'll do great!

Did I mention I'm ready to have my body back yet?

All I need to do is get my hair done, get one last prenatal massage in, a pedicure, get my hospital gown in and pack my bag!

Cuts Like a Knife (this is a doozy of a post)

Hey civilians, want to know how crappy your health care will be once we move to a socialized medical world? Go visit an Army doctor.

While such a broad statement may not be completely fair, in my circumstances right now, I can say that. Let's get into my story of the day...

As we all know, I've moved away from Fort Bliss and am now living with my parents in a town that while it does have an Army post, it's just a training post and doesn't have the big amenities the larger places have. Basically, all that means is that I had to get a referral to see a civilian OB and get to deliver at a normal hospital.
Today, I met with my new doctor for the first time and SERIOUSLY??? I didn't know what I was missing. I had no idea that the level of care that I received today even existed.

Here's what I'm used to...

5 minute long appointments that consist of this same dialog every. single. time.
Nurse (N): Do you have a history of anxiety or depression?
N: Do you have thoughts of killing or hurting yourself or others?
N: Does your husband abuse you mentally or physically?
Blah blah blah. You'll have to answer questions that should be clearly stated in your records every single time you go in there.
Then they'll listen to the babies heartbeat and say, "sounds good". You'll have to ask what the heart rate was and she'll give you somewhat of a range... never an exact number.
The doctor will come in and glance over your charts. She'll ask you if you have any concerns. Then she'll tell you when to come back and your donezo. Make sure you bring a list of questions because you won't remember them when they make you feel so rushed to get the hell out of their office.

Here's what I got today...

The lady at the front desk recognized me immediately. She knew exactly who I was even though I was in there only once... over a week ago.. for a total of 5 minutes tops.
My mom and I walked back when we were called, thinking it was just the nurse, when in reality it was an angel from God telling me she was going to give me an Ultrasound! Just because! She spent so much time with us and even switched it over to 3D occasionally to let us really see him. Of course, he had his hand spread across his face, so we never did see any facial features, but that's not her fault.

Sweet little ear and his arm covering his face

 Next, I had my vitals taken where.... get this... there was a urine sample collected. Do y'all know that I have never once had to pee in a cup while pregnant. I didn't even know that was a thing until a recent conversation with my SIL. When I asked my Army doc about it, she said they figured that was a good way to cut back on costs. Ohh... okay.

Then we met with my saint of a doctor, who probably took up a half hour of his day just talking with me. He cared about what was going on in my life, wanted to know where I came from before getting here. He actually really read those things called records and didn't need to ask me unnecessary questions. He saw that I had a horrific birth with Andrew and when he didn't get enough answers from said records, he put them down and told me to tell him all about it. Then gave me tissues while I cried in his office. Then, and most importantly, he was honest with me.
He told me how likely the complications we had last time were to happen all over again. He told me he wouldn't be comfortable helping us with a natural birth and would, in fact, actually be scared for me and the baby.

He asked me how I would feel about scheduling a C-Section. (Hence the title). And not because he regularly pushes them or because he wants to fit me conveniently into his schedule. But because he took the time to go over our case and wants to help us do what is best of us. And because he saw how anxious I was over the same things happening with Wes. 
Our last hospital wasn't very forthcoming with information about Andrew's birth... I learn something new all the time. What I learned this time, from looking at the records I had to request, was that Andrew was stuck in the birth canal because his shoulder couldn't make it past my pubic bone (sorry I had to use the word pubic, but there was no way around it). And while they let him sit there and try to work it out on his own for an hour, I also had a pretty bad fever. I don't know that it'll ever truly sink in how close we were to losing him. I can't do that with this baby. It's technical term is Shoulder Dystocia and can be deadly for the baby. And if it happens once, it's likely to happen again.
Why did no one tell me about this? And why was this hospital going to let me go through it all over again? Same place, same doctors. Really?

So, C-Section it is for me! We'll get it scheduled at my next appointment, but it looks like it'll be done January 31st. How weird will it be to know when my baby is coming?? I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off of my shoulders. While a c-sec comes with it's own set of concerns, they are concerns for myself.. not my baby. And that?? The fact that I'm not worried about losing this baby anymore? Is worth it's weight in gold!

I'd love any tips from any of y'all that have had c-sections! Any recovery tips or even just what to expect before/during/after the procedure would be great!
 

Cherishing

*Thank you, really, THANK YOU, to those of you that did leave your thoughts on my last post or sent me a quick "thinking of you" text, no matter how much I gave the impression that I didn't want them. You guys make me feel normal and human.. and loved and cared about. So yeah... that meant a lot! That was a bad day emotionally... stay tuned.. I'm sure there is more to come.

Can I just talk about how much I LOVE second trimester pregnancy?? Especially late second trimester pregnancy? I'll ignore the fact that Baby Wes is all up in my ribs constantly, just like his brother, and how uncomfortable that is - because, my God, I cannot breath - and just talk about how amazing feeling him move all the time is.

I'm a sucker for these "my view" shots! 

It's different this time around. For a few reasons, I think.

I knew what was happening last time, obviously, but I didn't really KNOW. I think it's hard for our minds to grasp the first time around. I mean, really?? There's a little human in there? Impossible. But then that little human comes out and you're like, "holllly cow!! I just grew that thing in my body!! And here he is! And he's real. And we REALLY just did that".
So now I get it. I know what's moving around in there. Like really KNOW. And I cannot wait to meet him. I'm beyond excited! Anxious, in the best way possible, to hold my sweet baby in my arms. To see those legs and arms that are going crazy in there to flail around in real life. To see Andrew fall into his roll as big brother. To see my parents get all of that newborn/baby time. Yeahh.. I'm ready.

Speaking of crazy, I'm feeling him move around ALL the time. He's so active in there and it just puts the biggest smile on my face. As much as I'm enjoying it, it's all a little bittersweet. So the second reason it's different this time around, and I know I've mentioned this already, but we're not planning on doing this again. I'll never be 23 weeks pregnant again. I'll never feel these jabs and kicks. Will I miss this? I'm sure I will.

So I'm savoring all of it this time. I'm soaking it all up. I find myself laying still and just feeling it all pretty often. Feeling him move and kick around in there. Resting my hand on my belling and trying to memorize every feeling. Because I know that I will miss this.

"Relax and enjoy every minute of your pregnancy. It's the only time in your life you get to assist God in a miracle"
- Erma Bombeck.

It's a pretty amazing miracle, that's for sure! And I don't take one bit of it for granted.

A Name

Hello there baby boy! It's been a little while since I did an update on you, and I'm in the writing mood this morning something fierce, so what better subject to talk about? So, what's been going on?

We were thrilled to a trillion tiny pieces last week to find out that you are a boy! Your Daddy even teared up after he had assured me he would not be crying in the least. "He doesn't cry", he said. Ha!

You officially have a name! I've only shared it with very few people and I know the people that don't know are very curious. It's a very special name and we wanted to be sure to share it with Trey's family first. We've had a little bit of trouble communicating, but I think everyone is aware at this point. I'm really ready to announce it and I think it's pretty safe to do so (aka.. it won't be a out of nowhere announcement to the people it affects), so without further adieu -

Your sweet little name is Wesley Riggs. It's perfect, isn't it? Here's the meaning behind it all:
You are named Wesley (Wes) after your Daddy's Uncle Wes. He passed away just a few short months ago while Daddy was away at NTC. He was an outstanding man who passed way before his time. Your Daddy couldn't have thought more of Uncle Wes. He always made such a huge effort to be a part of Daddy's/our life.. even when it wasn't always easy to do so. He was hysterical and your Aunt Melissa always said that Daddy and Wes reminded her so much of each other.. their senses of humor, I think. It was obvious he had such a great heart and went after what he wanted (I can infer that since he lived in the Cayman Islands). I know people from all over loved him from the outpouring of love I saw from his family and friends all over the world when he passed away. From the short amount of time that I knew him, these things were clear. So, in short, you're named after a man that is thought very highly of and we feel like we couldn't have set you up better. Plus, as a bonus, Wes Welker is a pretty awesome football player, so you're bound to have some athletic skill as well.
Riggs is Mama's Grammy McGrane's (your Mizzy's mother.. make sense?) maiden name. Your brother has Daddy's Grandmother's maiden name, so we wanted to do the same for you.

We can feel your kicks from the outside now and we're loving it! Still faint, but definitely feelable. You move around so much little guy!

Andrew is grasping the concept of you more and more. He asks to talk to his "little brother Wes". And to hear his little voice say that, it melts me! I pray all the time that you two will be the best of friends! I think you lucked out in the big brother department!

That's all for this week! I go in this afternoon to check on you and go over your Ultrasound pictures. I can't wait to hear your little heartbeat!

Gender

Yesterday was the day we've all been waiting for! No? Not everyone? Just Trey and I? Okay, well yesterday was the big day!! I was so overly excited that when Trey's alarm went off at 5am, I never went back to sleep. Usually I hardly hear it. But I was okay with that because I. WAS. EXCITED.

Another reason I LOVE my friends so much? A few of them took time out of their busy mornings to come by just to sit with me. To keep my mind occupied. So from 8:30 until the moment we walked out the door, I had company. I had no time to sit around and watch the clock. Not to say that they didn't have to hear my incessant chatter about it and listen to the occasional high pitched squeal, they did. But once again, I'm thankful for my friends!

Back on track - so I'm basically skipping to the car and giving Trey the cheesiest of all grins on the way to the hospital. I can't contain myself at this point. My bladder is full and I'm ready. And I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE ABOUT TO KNOW FOR SURE! We check-in and wait. And wait. AND WAITTTTTT. For an hour. There was an emergency that came in and they clearly had priority. I don't think they knew how full my bladder was.. that in itself was an emergency.

But alas, we finally hear our names called by what sounded like an angel of God. We head back and get started. I'm strangely calm at this point compared to the rest of the day. She looks to make sure everything is going the way it should be going then says, "are you sure you want to know?"

Yes yes yessssss! Tell me! She points my sweet baby at me and asks what we thought. It's a girl, I squealed! Both her and Trey firmly say, Noooooooo! I was looking at the wrong spot, obviously, because we are having another boy!!!

Baby boy #2 is will be here in February (unless he's early). We are just beyond the point of being thrilled. Y'all know this is what I not-so-secretly preferred. I'm thrilled to pieces to give Andrew a brother. We're giving him a BROTHER. How special is that?? And I love the fact that I'll have my house full of boys. There is just something special between a mama and her boys. I've had the most fun with Andrew so far, so I'm incredibly happy, lucky, blessed, etc. to be adding another one to the mix.

So that's where we are! Look at this - as much as I've always known I had it in me to raise all boys, I never imagined I'd be blessed enough to actually live this life. I'm off to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming!

Pink or Blue???

We've been excited about our gender scan for a few weeks now. Now and then talking about the pros and cons of either. What it would be like to have a daughter.. or another son to complete our family. How would I feel being in a house full of boys.. forever? What would Andrew be like as a brother to a little sister.. or brother? Discussing... and finally agreeing on names.

For the past week I think my excitement level has turned up a few notches to OBSESSIVE! I'm almost 21 weeks at this point.. We should know already! We went from talking about it in passing to it being a daily conversation. Almost constant thoughts about it. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that at one point we even resorted to the whole wedding ring tied on a string to see if it went in circles or back and forth. (It went in circles, for what it's worth). I'm getting so antsy! We're dying.

Our big day is coming though, this week. Wednesday!! It can't get here fast enough. I'm giddy. This whole time I've had such strong feelings that it's a girl.. and now I just don't know. I know the socially acceptable thing to say would be that I don't care about the gender, as long as we have a healthy baby. And yes, I do pray fervently that our baby is healthy, but I'd also kinda like another boy.

I know how to do boys. (I'm typing this while hardly taking my eyes off the Patriots game for example). I LOVE being the mama to a little boy. Love it with everything I've got. I'd love to give Andrew a brother. I love how crazy my boy is. How much he wants to get into things constantly. His constant need to climb, throw, catch, and dig... I want more of that! I'm in love with our boy name.. it's really special (and adorable). I love seeing Trey be the Daddy to a boy. I adore when my son wants to snuggle and how much he loves his mama. You get the point, right?

I'm not saying I'll be crying a river if it's a girl. I know we'll love her with the same gusto. I'm sure there are things I don't know about being the mother to a little girl. And knowing that this is it for us, maybe I'd have a sense of loss down the road if I never do have a daughter. Or if I didn't ever have one, maybe that would just make me one awesome Mother-in-Law. Who knows. All I know is that the thought of a little girl scares me right now. I'm not sure I know how to do a little girl. I know if need be we'll figure it out, but a second boy just sounds a lot more my speed at the moment. I'm not your typical girly girl. I hate shopping. I won't go just to go. "No, dear.. I will not go shopping with you on Saturday, we're watching football". I'll have no idea how to do her hair. Boys are just better for me.You hear me, God???

We shall see... in 2 and 1/2 days!!! Stay tuned :)

Baby #2 - 19 Weeks

Hello little baby boo! Today marks 19 weeks that you've been in this belly of mine and well, here you are hanging out while I type away:

You've been making your presence more and more known around here. I'm still the only one that can feel you. While I'm excited for your Daddy to feel your jabs and kicks, I secretly like this short time frame. Kind of like it's just you and me. You're flipping around in there and doing whatever it is you do, and it's just for me to feel. You did quite a bit of that last night and it just took my breath away. I would say even more so than it did with your brother. I get it now. I fully comprehend what you are inside my body and it's amazing. I felt overwhelmed with gratefulness and your little moves put a smile on my face in the midst of chaos. You're such an incredible blessing.. how big I hope you never really understand.

Our appointment to see you and find out if you are a boy or girl got moved up a day. Woohoo! I'm so excited. We'll find out on the 26th instead of the 27th now. A-okay by me! I subconsciously think you are a girl. You get all of the girl pronouns from me. I'm using she and hers every time I talk about you without even thinking about it. It just comes out. I'm also carrying differently this time. You're much higher up than your brother was, which I'm not sure, but I think suggests girl.  But I had a VERY vivid dream last night that you are a boy. The 26th can't come soon enough. I want to give you a name. Like I mentioned before, you're already named if you are a girl. We have just about come to a conclusion for a boy name, but that has been hard this time around! Your daddy wanted to call you William, but I nixed that. That was my grandfather's name and my cousin just gave her new (perfect and adorable, btw) son the middle name of William. I know it doesn't really matter, but I like to be original. The middle name will definitely still be a family name regardless, but my first name choices got the axe from Daddy as well. I loved either Declan or Benjamin. Oh well.. I think we have found one that we both love though! Just waiting on you to show us your goods!

I still don't have a big appetite with you, but I've been getting little cravings here and there. Nothing too serious. I can't get enough oranges right now. Tangelos to be specific, but I eat two a night and think about them throughout the entire day. Potatoes. I'm baking one for lunch as we type. Every once in a blue moon I'll want some sugary candy. Not chocolate. Same exact things I ate with Andrew. Tally mark number two in the boy column. I'm not really big on meat. The thought of a burger turns my stomach. I'll eat a little something with dinner because I should get the protein, but mehh...

Let's see - Current events?
Today marks the 11th anniversary of 9/11. That was an awful thing that happened 11 years ago and I'll explain that to you when you're ready. It's a big part of why Daddy does what he does for a living and we are so proud of him.
Elections are coming up soon and your mama NEEDS to figure out how she's going to vote! We're choosing the man to lead our country for the next 4 years.
Teachers in Chicago are on strike. They want more money and stronger benefits, also they want to know they'll still have a job in the future. In the meantime, about 35,000 kids are out of school because their teachers are protesting... unions...
We're all waiting on cooler temperatures to make their appearance. It's almost officially fall. Your mama does not like summer.

That's about all for now little bean. Keep doing your thing in there.. growing and staying healthy!

Oh hey baby #2

I realize I haven't written much about baby #2. I did weekly updates with Andrew and had no intentions of doing that with this one. Who wants to read the same stuff all over again? I don't even want to type it. Yes, the first trimester was terrible. Yes, I'm feeling better and can cook again. No, I'm not sleeping well. No, my belly button hasn't popped yet, and thank goodness there are no labor signs. Yes, I have stretch marks but Andrew completely ruined me so they are his leftovers. Yes, I'm showing earlier this time and NO there won't be any bare belly pics.

But that's not really fair to #2's future scrapbook, is it? Andrew's is ridiculously detailed and this one deserves the same. So I may not give the up-to-date deats on how my body is changing. I can still let this baby know what was going on in our life and let it (sorry, we don't know what gender you are yet.. so for know you are an "it") know how excited we are about it joining our family.

Let's start with a bang. Here's where I talk about the scare you put me through last week....

I went in to OB for a routine 16-week appointment on Thursday. The nurse breaks out the sonogram first thing to listen for your heartbeat. Listen.. listen.. search.. listen. Nothing. She reassures me that everything is probably fine, but she's going to get the doctor to have a listen. Doctor comes in. Same procedure again. The doc tells the nurse to go ahead and get an ultrasound machine and she'll keep listening in the meantime. What felt like at least 15 minutes goes by and I'm freaking out inside. Then they found you almost right away with an US. They were searching below my belly button, because that's where babies your size usually camp out. Not you though.. no.. you were hiding up as far as you could go in my ribs already. This does not bode well for the rest of the pregnancy. Be kind to me!

Your brother and I spent the last month in South Carolina visiting family while Daddy was away at NTC. We are all reunited back home now and we can't wait for you to join us so we can be a complete family of four!

Speaking of your brother (he's going to be the best big brother ever), we are getting ready to celebrate his 2nd birthday. He'll be two on Tuesday. When you are born, he'll almost be 2 and 1/2! I pray and hope that the two of you are the best of friends!

The most exciting things going on in the outside world are the start of football season (yayyyy... hope you like sports!) and Hurricane Isaac making it's way towards the Gulf. We're praying that it dies down and doesn't do much damage.

We find out your gender on the 27th of September. We feel a bit restless waiting around. We want to know now. Give me one flutter if you're a boy, two if you're a girl.. ready.. go. Nothing? Thanks ;)
We have your name all picked out if you're a girl. We're still undecided if you're a boy though. It's down between two names. Your Daddy and I each have our favorites! We'll see!