Igby Digby....Falling in love.

3d Picture of igby's face. 
Big nose just like Darren's.
Adeline? Vivianne? Rowen? Rockstar? who are you? Just kicking back, feet crossed hanging out.

So it totally happened this morning. I fell in love. Madly and completely in love. In like an instant. This baby, not until now for whatever the reason, was just a baby. But now it's WOW a baby a cute wiggly baby with fingers and toes and eyes. Igby has a perfect heart, no clubbed feet, an intact diaphragm, closed belly, developing lungs, perfect lips and palate. I could go on forever. The things we worry about! The ultrasound today was so much fun. The girlies went and chattered non-stop and made lots of noise. Begging to know if Igby is a boy or girl. I said the sonographer cold write it down for them to read. Katie pointed out that she didn't know how to read. Oops bummer for you. Fred was there and fantastic. I told him I wouldn't know what to do with a boy really. There's so much "stuff" in the diaper, how do you clean it? He said that somehow he manages to keep clean. That's good  I said. He took some great pics and we got to see the baby's face and fingers. I really liked them. I can hardly wait to see this baby and hold it and kiss it and squeeze it and love it. And love it. And love it.  And love it.

So now they all know. Well Anna knows and told Katie who promptly, like 5 seconds later told us it was a girl. Anna laughed evilly. Leading me to think she either lied or didn't. What a mess. No one knows for sure and I love it.  I know for sure. It's a girl or boy. But only one gender, for sure.

Darren on the other hand had an eventful day. He woke my up by sitting down on the bed, mopey and sighing. He asked, aren't you at all disappointed that were having another dumb girl. Well no I say. 

He said I don't care because I am a dumb girl. That it is just him and Olaf, the nut less wonder. Poor guy and his small dog nut less dog. Soon they'll have more in common than he knows. 

He also said poor Katie needs glasses. He said that sucks. Poor girl. I reminded him it was his gene pool that caused that action. 

I think she will look super cute with little glasses on. In the end I guess is could be worse. Like a brain tumor.  So glasses, no big deal. He worries they'll call her a four eyed freak. Poor guy, regressing to his childhood. 

When I woke up early this afternoon I found him outside shooting things. I though I'll leave him alone, maybe it's therapeutic for him and safer for me, after all he did have a gun. I do know better that to bitch at a man with a gun in his hand. Even if it's just an air riffle. 

Don't worry babe, tomorrow it will be better. Anna will tell you it's a boy. The day after that it'll be a girl again. You get the drift. 14 weeks 4 days and then we'll know for sure. But no matter what I love it. A lot. A lot.