He's COMING!

So, I'm still pretty firmly in the giggling phase, but I thought I'd attempt eloquence beyond "It's a boy..."

We met our new doctor's office today. We went through the usual history and they consulted with my previous medical records. They were very amenable to the arrangement about checking my sugar, provided I do it more frequently than twice a day. My first doctor is, herself, pregnant. When I checked out, they explained that their service fee for delivery (which was the financial Armageddon at the other practice) would not be billed until AFTER I had given birth, since the hospital would, invariably, get their billing in first, meaning my doctor's office would qualify for the 100% reimbursement - no deductible funds. This realization makes me even angrier at having gone through the latest fiasco. However, I think they may have done me a favor, as this new practice impressed me. And to top it all off, THEY FIT ME IN FOR MY FETAL EVALUATION TODAY!!! Thus, I saw my little boy's stuff live and in person.

The baby was wiggly all day. At the morning appointment, the doctor kept trying to find the heartbeat with the doppler machine. FOUR times she found it. FOUR times the baby wiggled away - such determination!

When I first became pregnant, I could not have been convinced that I was carrying anything but a little girl. As time has moved on, though, my resolve has failed. Every time we've listened to the baby's heartbeat, the kid has either kicked the monitor or wiggled away. I became more convinced that the likelihood of a Y chromosome at work was more likely.

During the ultrasound, the child's anatomy was undeniable and brought me to tears. I've always wanted a boy first and am SO excited to get my long-held wish. Nathaniel was all smiles, although still (and always) refraining from anything related to a giddiness. My mother, however, was probably the most entertaining person. She was SO convinced that I am having a girl, the news took her breath away. While she was thrilled to see and hear that the baby's anatomy measured well and within normal limits, she was not able to redefine this little creature in her mind. I've seen her: She'll love this little boy no matter what. It's just hard for her to resign herself to abstaining from torturing my offspring with similarly tight parts in hair and little knit dresses. As Emory has already proven, however, little boys are GREAT!

Everyone else has been so sweet and excited for us. I am now anxious to hear about my sister in law's baby, as we're hoping for a "BFF" scenario that would only be enhanced by a same sex relationship.

I understand that this post is still scattered: my excitement has yet to be tempered and a good "Glee" episode only served to exacerbate my current state. We'll put up the pics as soon as we can.

In any case, IT"S A BOY IT'S A BOY IT'S A BOY!!