"psychic" grocery store checker is wrong

Any person who thinks that I would be pregnant with a GIRL has to be slightly wacko.


We had another ultrasound today. It was with a "specialist" which means it was more expensive and WAY longer than previous appointments. I took the kids again because last time was such a great experience (and I hate to drop them off somewhere else when they were throwing up yesterday.) Anyway, it ended up being a huge headache. It's amazing how clear my pictures were at 14 weeks... you would think two months later it would be even easier to see the baby. But everything seemed blurry on the screen and Zack was not the least bit interested. He was totally hyper and was such a pill! Ben and Luke were trying hard to keep him entertained... I love them for being so mature. Zack would say something silly like, "That baby is not in mom's tummy-- it's in MINE!" (while laying on the cold floor, lifting up his shirt and patting his round belly.) Ben and Luke wanted to laugh, but they were ignoring him. Once I heard Ben whisper, "We won't pay attention to you, Zack, because you are not behaving." What a little mom. And Luke threatened to take him out of the room if he didn't settle down. At one point, he opened the door and told Zack he could leave. Zack started to cry because he didn't want to go out by himself-- so Luke closed the door and tried harder to watch the baby on the screen.

The tech was a nice lady and all, but not exactly child-friendly. When Zack wasn't dancing around the room chanting nonsense, he was sitting in the chair next to me. I was able to reach over and pinch him several times for being so loud. It only made him laugh harder-- so I pinched harder. Then he would say, "Okay, okay. I promise I will stop." But he never did. I laughed when the lights were turned on-- Zack seriously had red marks all over one side of his body from the pinching. I know I am a mean mom, but sometimes I wish I could give him back.

After a very thorough 45 minute ultrasound, we switched machines and looked at the baby 3-D... which was another 45 minutes. This is when Zack got interested. The shots really aren't that great, but it was amazing to see him so clearly. I was shocked to realize how much he looks like Luke. I am hoping for another brown-eyed boy to even out our teams. 3-2 = Blue eyes are winning. When I showed the 3-D pictures to Aaron, he said it looks more like an alien than Luke, but I reminded him that Luke did look a bit like ET when he was born.. Not the cutest thing we ever saw, but he grew on us. The baby's hands were constantly by his face, but no thumb sucking this time.

I am 21-ish weeks along. I feel really good-- but fat. Nothing fits. Maternity clothes are too big and everything else is too tight. But I am not complaining. Baby boy #4 is moving like a champ and is apparently the length of a banana. Aaron hates when I compare him to the size of fruit, but I think it's the only way to visualize. He keeps referring to him as Kiwi... hopefully the name doesn't stick. I have officially given Aaron all the power in naming this one. I give up after three. We've talked about the names Simon, Xander, Ty, Blake, Thomas. I am trying to throw Roman in the mix... (if he I can't have a Roma, maybe he would agree to Roman.) But like I said, it's up to Daddy. I am crossing my fingers that he doesn't settle on Terrell, Carmello or Theo-- I swear Aaron thinks he's black.