Sister Princess Room

Five days ago we decided to bite the bullet and switch Evie upstairs to her sister's room. We knew the day was coming as we need Evie's current room for the baby due in 11 1/2 weeks (ahhh!). Craig converted one of the cribs to a toddler bed, he moved her dresser and shoe organizer upstairs and I emptied out her closet and hung everything in Elly's closet. The girls and I did some major cleaning going through their room tidying up, vacuuming, and rearranging furniture. They were screeching with excitement, running around the house dancing and singing and pretty much more excited than I have ever seen them. It was quite a hoot!

                                                         A very excited Evie :)

The big girl in her room! It's definitely bittersweet to think that both of my girls are potty trained and sleeping in toddler beds. Sometimes I look at Eliana and just think, "wow, she looks so old!" Watching them grow and change is part of the beauty of parenting. It's the fact that you can never go back and redo any of the years that is sad. They are such special little people.

Well, that first night was interesting. They went to sleep around 8, which is late for them and by 9pm Evie was crying and getting out of bed. It was then 2 hours of Super Nanny method; pick up the child and put them back in bed without saying a word. By around 11pm both girls were sleeping again, which means I was putting a kid back to bed over and over for literally 2 hours. Very frustrating. Evie continued to wake up throughout the night.They were up at 5:30am for the day :( 6 hours is not enough sleep for them, that's for sure! It was a long day and neither kid would nap. Friday night was about the same, with Evie getting up frequently. Saturday they didn't nap and we spent most of the day in the hot sun and watching Jake's baseball games. I think they were SO tired by bedtime that they fell asleep easily. It was a relief. They both stayed in their beds all night, although they woke up for the day at 6am. With it being Mother's Day, Craig got up with the girls and tried to keep them quiet until I got up at 8:30am. Sunday they refused to nap as well, although both were rubbing their eyes and were clearly exhausted. Last night they didn't finally fall asleep until 9:30pm, another 2 hours of putting a kid back to bed over and over and were up again at 1am and then up for the day at 6:30am. Neither child has had a solid chunk of sleep in days. As usual, I seem much more tired than they are, but they are definitely tired, too.

It's hard as a parent when there isn't a time of the day that you get any sort of break. The day starts very early and goes until late, with no naps and no 'easy' bedtime anymore. As of yet, anyway. Prior to the room switch they were both going to sleep around 7 every night and I could keep Evie in her crib til at least 7am, so I had a break in the evening at least. Most days at least Eliana would nap. So now with kids not sleeping til 9:30pm or much later, waking up all night, and starting the day at 6.....not good. It's been 4 nights and really no improvement since night one. I am hoping this resolves itself quickly as I don't want to still be this exhausted and experiencing this level of frustration while also dealing with the crazy schedule of a newborn. 

You know on the movie Click, how Adam Sandler can freeze time with the remote? I have often thought, "man, if I could just do that....I could freeze my kids so they are safe and I know where they are and I could just...SLEEP." 

Those who say sleep is overrated has never been truly sleep deprived. I'm going on almost 5 years of it. Praying the nights get easier here soon!

27 1/2 weeks

Life has been busy. That's an understatement. A 13 year old in baseball, a 4 year old, 2 year old, and then my own appointments and such. It's a lot. I'm trying to say no to things, but it's hard. It seems either I feel guilt and this sense of "I should be able to make it work" or the pressure is external with comments like this from other people, "well, I thought since you're only 6 months you could do it.../you're not due til August so I thought you could..." Yeah, that has seriously been said to me. UGH. Then I want to drop kick kindly chastise said people. There are only so many hours in a day. I only have so much energy. As it stands I am lucky if I have 2 nights a week not occupied by baseball. I believe the best use of my energy and time is that it's spent serving my own immediate family and caring for and raising my kids. Some people just won't get it, I guess. But, as a pregnant lady, it's been very frustrating. I pressure myself enough, so the outside ignorant comments are a terror.

I have a select few friends with 'large' families who understand how challenging it is having teenagers and toddlers at the same time. I am very grateful for their empathy and understanding. Most of the moms my age have only 1 small child and won't know for a decade what my life is like! Because I can only say this a few more months, let me remind you, I'm in my 20's!!! Ha!

Most days I feel pretty good. Yesterday was not a good day. Just so exhausted I could hardly drive keeping my eyes open and I was feeling really frustrated that my options for time alone or anything non-kid related are so very few and far between. Sometimes as a mom you just honestly feel a bit irritated at how much time and resources go to certain things. Then the phone wouldn't stop ringing or someone's iPad beeping, etc. I went in my room at 9pm last night to read and go to sleep...about 3 hours earlier than usual, but I knew I wasn't doing anyone a favor by staying awake. Not a good day.

I feel like I had more energy and more brain cells with my other pregnancies. But, it's really hard to compare. During my last pregnancy I just had a 2 year old to think about. There was no 7th grade homework, shuffling toddlers/bedtimes/a teenager. It's definitely harder having more people to keep up with and more that is required of me. Just making dinner happen every day is frustrating me. There is no wave of frenetic nesting energy. I am tired 24/7. Cranky pregnant lady? Yeah.

I hope I'm just in a slump and will feel better in a few days...not feel exhausted, frustrated, and apathetic for another 12 weeks. We have about 5 weeks of baseball season left, give or take with rain outs, and I think the reprieve of school being done and baseball being done will be very nice. Craig spends a good portion of his evening doing homework with Jacob or taking Jacob to and from baseball, so it's been hard for him, too. We just don't see each other much. And by the time we do at 10pm, we're so tired we have nothing to say. With quality time being my love language, this mama ain't feeling the love.

24 weeks

25 weeks

26 weeks

27 weeks

Pregnancy stats on 5/8/2013

Weight gain: Approx 18-20lbs depending on the day

Baby's size: over 2lbs now! He is a busy little guy and frequently kicks hard enough he's clearly visible on the outside. He kicked Eliana's hand a few times this week.

Pregnancy Symptoms: Freaking exhausted. Skin breaking out here and there. Feels like hips are spreading a bit. 

So far no cankles!

Health wise I think I'm doing really well. Other than the exhaustion, my body feels good. I feel huge most of the time, but my wedding ring is still loose, my rain coat is still huge. It's pretty crazy to put on coats/shirts/etc that were tight on me a year ago before losing weight and realize they are still huge on me now at 6 months pregnant. It's like, Geez, I was huge before! It puts my size now in perspective and helps me occasionally be gracious to myself.....even thought the weirdos around town might not be so kind with their comments. The comments pregnant women get are strange, right? I have had some incredibly kind and thoughtful things said to me. And then just 1 or 2, "wow, you are huge" comments and BAM...you spent the entire day feeling embarrassed to be seen in public. I'm sure at least half of the angst the comments cause is hormone driven, but that's the world a pregnant lady lives in. Being much heavier during my other pregnancies made me look less 'pregnant', I think. Now that there's less me and more baby, I sure do get the comments. I'm seeing pregnancy from a whole different vantage point.

I will say that a very handsome older man....like the kind of guy that nature has been kind to and has somehow aged like Alec Baldwin (yup, love him) or Richard Gere, told me on Sunday that I was "foxy". Made me chuckle but I really appreciated it. He wasn't hitting on me and he's old enough to be my grandpa, so it was a genuinely kind comment from a non-scary male. Thank you Mr. Way-Too-Handsome-For-Your-Age :)

My midwife is back in town from working overseas, so I'm looking forward to getting to know her. I've only seen a midwife 3 times so far this pregnancy and I think that's part of why I'm feeling frustrated, irritable and disconnected a bit. I need the relational connection in pregnancy that a friendship with your midwife creates. I'll be 28 weeks on Friday, so the every 2 week appointments should be starting soon, although I don't actually see her for another week. I feel like the holistic approach of a midwife helps refocus pregnancy and takes the attention off all the external crap- like the comments from people- and helps keep me focused on eating well, caring for myself emotionally, readying for labor, etc. I need that.

23 weeks and some thoughts

I woke up on this particular morning and everything was TIGHT. He must've moved a lot the during the night.

21w4d

This was today, 23 weeks.

And yup, my hair is dark!

Pregnancy stats on 4/5/2013

Weight gain: 10-15lbs depending on the day

Hair color: auburn

Baby's size: over a lb now!

Pregnancy Symptoms: Braxton Hicks contractions just started yesterday, I feel baby boy moving every single day, I have to pee ALL the time, and my bust will not stop growing!

Pregnancy is going well. Most days I feel really good. Rarely nauseous anymore, I can handle most foods again, and I'm not waddling yet. I am carrying differently this pregnancy though, with an anterior (right in front) placenta. With both of the girls I felt their movements front and center. I could lay and watch them move and Craig could put his hand right on my belly button and easily feel them. With this pregnancy, despite me starting out about 40lbs lighter, he still has trouble feeling the baby. I feel him move every single day and usually it's like he's giving my bladder or cervix a beating. The movements are so low it would be hard for someone else to really feel it. The belly button is also a much more comfortable area to be kicked than the groin! I'm glad he is active and happy in his home, though.

It's been strange dealing with weight loss and pregnancy this time around. Usually I'm chubby when I get pregnant so I feel more beautiful and more content in my body while pregnant. Previously flabby things end up firming up. This time around I was starting to really like my body pre-pregnancy. Shopping was fun again and I had a waist! So now I struggle with not obsessing about my weight or foods or how fat I'm looking/feeling. My belly is tight and my belly button is nearly flat, but I still have 17ish weeks left to grow. I'm a tad worried about how big I will get...a normal concern, I suppose.

I'm a part of this amazing group of 150 women on Facebook who are all due in the month of August. It's such an excellent and supportive place to talk about pregnancy and life and to be able to say the crazy pregnancy stuff you can't really say anywhere else. Ie: "I'm SO constipated! Do you girls weight yourself for the day even if you haven't pooped in like a week??" (yes, this kind of thing does get posted). It's wonderful! Being a part of this group I've seen how much weight/food/body image really impacts most of us during pregnancy. Seems like bigger girls struggle with not really 'looking' pregnant and really just wanting more than anything that cute basketball belly. They struggle with not wanting to document with photos or take pictures because they don't appear pregnant enough. The girls that were thin to begin with struggle as the scale number increases and their svelte shape becomes rounded (and usually all over). It's tough and there's no 'winning'. I would like to think that winning in this category means treating my body kindly. Eating healthy foods, but also allowing yummy treats. Putting on creams/lotions faithfully, but not freaking out if a new stretch mark appears (thankfully none yet!). Not caring more about the scale than about eating foods to help my baby grow. It's not easy though! My weight gain stays between 10-15lbs. It fluctuates a lot week to week but for about 6 weeks has stayed in that range. Closer to 10lbs if I am a good pregnant lady and not pigging out on sugar :)

Weight gain for me shows up in my face SO fast. Like eat a bagel and sure enough there is a bagel under my chin the next morning. So even though 10-15lbs at 23 weeks is pretty good, I still see it in my face and feel it there. 

I feel like it would've been interesting to see how pregnancy would've been for me if I'd continued Paleo like I was (which included dairy and legumes). Yet around 5 weeks along I could no longer eat meat without throwing it up or dry heaving at the thought. Bagels were about all I could handle. Ah, the irony! With Evie I craved baked potatoes and STEAK, with Elly I craved salmon, pineapple, and cherries. Figures that I would actually conceive naturally and at a healthy time in my life and this little guy would make it so that a yummy steak would only end up in the garbage. With this being my first boy, I'm not sure if the carb loading is more common with carrying boys....interesting, though!

Emotionally this pregnancy has been hard at times. My dad passed as I entered the 2nd trimester and dealing with something like that takes time. Hurt lingers even as you go about your life and your obligations. I've never been pregnant with a teenager to also raise and with that sort of schedule to keep up with. The busy-ness of that/his personality/a person going through puberty is a challenge. There isn't much time for reading pregnancy books, or pondering my feelings and what I want from the birth, or to even on a deep level accept and understand that my dad is gone. Sometimes being busy is good and it saves us from ourselves...sometimes it just pushes us along on this conveyor belt that prevents us from really feeling.

I am nervous and very excited to be carrying a boy. Jacob was 4 when I met him, so I was not a part of the newborn, infant, or toddler stage with him. Being a young mom to a step-son has not been a simple task. I think being a step-parent probably rarely is. Add to it that I became a step-mom at 21 and all the ensuing troubles with the 'other mom', and it's been extremely difficult at times. Because of those issues there has, at times, been a bad taste in my mouth for raising boys. I also didn't grow up with my dad and prior to Craig, I seemed to find a run of irresponsible guys that only wanted one thing. 

 When we first became pregnant I prayed that the baby would be a girl and for God to help me if it wasn't. When we found out our long awaited baby was a girl I was so relieved and thrilled! I understand girls. I get the drama, for the most part. I know how to do all the domestic stuff. I know how to work hard and get any job I've ever applied for. I figured I was somewhat qualified to raise a kick-ass girl (and yes, that totally sounds conceited). Then our second baby was a girl and I was, again, rather relieved. 

This time around, finding out our baby was definitely packing a male body part came as a certain shock. I can honestly say I never felt bummed or sad about it. I am excited to meet him and see what he looks like, what his personality is, whose traits he has. Yet I feel....nervous, like how I felt in the car headed to my first date with a man I'd only met once, named Craig. Hoping it would work out, I would say the right things, he'd be as nice as I thought he was/wanted him to be, and he would like me. Hoping he would be different than the other guys I'd known. That scenario definitely worked out for me! Our experiences, good or bad, add shape and texture to our fears and what we hope our future will look like, and what we believe it can look like. I know many have the same feelings I have about the male gender, only about females. Having a baby girl scares the crap out of some!

I keep reminding myself that birthing a son, breastfeeding a son, teaching and disciplining a son, and being there as Mommy from day 1 is and will be different than stepping into a huge ol' mess with a mixed family. But that's where my trepidation comes from. That's where the nerves come from. I feel like, if this boy is like his dad, I won't have any concerns. Craig is hard working, sensitive, strong, faithful, level-headed, and funny. I couldn't ask for more in my son! So I'll hold on to that and pray for my son and for my birth. I'm also very grateful to have a bunch of friends raising handsome and fun little boys who are so kind and supportive of me.
And even though everyone says that little girl clothes are way cuter than boy clothes, I am loving finding little preppy shirts and onesies. SO cute!

~Diana

It's a.......(gender reveal)

Yesterday was my big anatomy scan for the little bean, at AMI in Harrison Hospital. I was told to expect a 1 hour appointment, but because I had an intern learning, it was actually 2 hours. BUT, I got to see baby moving non-stop that entire 2 hours, so I didn't really mind :) They had a huge list of things they had to find and look for and measure, so it was interesting to see all the little baby parts. Craig was confused about where the appointment was so in the beginning when the intern said, "do you want to know gender?", I just kind of said, "ummm, I don't know, we've debated a lot. I guess I'll see for sure when my husband gets here." When Craig arrived she was still just measuring some stuff and then BAM, there was a body part. I've been seeing other people's ultrasounds for weeks in the Facebook birth group I'm in so I feel like I've gotten really good at seeing the 3 lines for girl or tiny penis for a boy. I said to the tech, "am I seeing what I think I'm seeing?" She was just trying to measure bones and things and the gender revealed itself.

During the ultrasound baby was doing flips, arching it's back, sucking it's thumb (SOOO cute) and even bare back riding a contraction. The contraction was wild, I'd never seen what one looked like in utero before. I thought after a while baby would slow down and lay still, but it didn't stop wiggling the entire time. Then it would tuck it's head low in the cervix and make the intern work really hard for the measurements :)

We weren't sad the gender reveal happened that way as we figured we'd want to find out anyway. The original plan was not to, but over the last several weeks I've just started feeling like life has been unpredictable enough lately and I just don't want or need another secret right now. I even read a bunch of blogs yesterday morning before the appointment to see if I'd missed a reason to wait that might potentially be important to me. The most repeated reasons I found were:
1) Waiting to know the gender gives motivation during the pushing stage (totally not a problem for me. Like, at all.)
2)Waiting to know the gender encourages people to buy big ticket items at showers, rather than just clothing (again, not an issue for me as we don't need strollers, cribs, swings, etc and this is baby number 3)
3) It's life's last GOOD surprise.

That third one was sort of a maybe for me, but I've just had enough surprises for now and I'll tell ya, finding out yesterday was a still a fun surprise.

I decided I'd make a cake to surprise the kids today, so I baked and iced it last night and then after dinner we took the gender votes and I served up the cake. There were 2 girl votes: Craig and Elly, and 2 boy votes: Jacob and Evie. I didn't vote as I have immunity by being the growth vessel and I've honestly waivered back and forth a lot this pregnancy although my gut has probably always been girl.

The Twinkle Twinkle cake; vanilla with a cream cheese buttercream frosting.

My big 4 year old .

"Look, cake!!!" Evie, my dear (now potty trained) 2 year old.

The big brother, 13 year old Jacob.

My head looks so huge compared to Craig's. It half cracks me up and half scares me. lol

Happy Snap

Jacob closed his eyes while his piece was served and then....

That is blue frosting!!!!!

I love how she's looking at him here!

And, the Pièce de résistance:

It's a boy!!!!
Those are his little thighs sticking straight up towards my placenta, bent at the knees, and I'm sure you can all guess what that other thing is ;)

I am really shocked...it's still sinking in. Boys make me nervous, for a lot of reasons and I probably won't write about them on here, so I'm kind of nervous...but that nice long ultrasound made it really special seeing our little boy moving around and loving his little home. We are truly blessed and can't wait to see and meet him!

A bit of an update :)

It's been a little while since I posted some pregnancy photos on here. Honestly, I'm feeling fat and puffy, so I haven't wanted to post much, but I'm nearly half way through this pregnancy and my weight gain is staying around 9-12lbs, so I guess that's not too terrible. Just more than I'd gained with either of the girls til I was in the third trimester! Granted, I started this pregnancy 38lbs lighter. That's gotta count for something, right??? :)

14w1d, in Cali to see my dad. This was the day he passed away.

This was 16 weeks. 

17 weeks, in Dallas. You can tell by my puffy face I ate WELL while with my dear friend Alona! I gained 5lbs while there- lol, but have since lost them.

18w5d  (yesterday)

My belly is definitely popping here! Side note: This shirt was borderline snug on me last summer before I lost weight. Crazy that it's about the same tightness with me being pregnant! And I LOVE this belt. I bought a gold and a silver one in Dallas at Charming Charlie. That store is so cool. Everything is pretty inexpensive (less than Claire's) but way more fashionable and unique. Wish we had one in Kitsap!

And today- 18w6d

This baby is making my face puffy and I hate that. But baby will be worth it.
I've been dying to do daily walks with the girls, but the weather has been very sporadic. Last week we had a day where the sun came out and I hit the pavement downtown Poulsbo with a friend and we quickly realized the sun was deceiving. It was 38 degrees with a wicked wind chill. It took the whole day for me and the kids to recover from that hour walk. Now I'm leery of taking them out when it's still so cold. Come on 50 degrees, show up!!!

Being Kinder Than Required

I've been home from California and my dad's memorial for 2 weeks now. A big take away for me, and I think for my brother, too, is wanting to be peacemakers. I don't feel like that's always been a part of what I learned about dealing with people. I learned to be right, to communicate my right-ness clearly, and to defend myself. But yet I just can't seem to find a time that the Bible instructs us to dig our heels in and fight like that. It does say, "Blessed are the peacemakers..." (Matthew 5:9). As I learned more and more about my dad I felt like he learned how to be a peacemaker. To accept judgement and criticism gracefully and to be one who said "I'm sorry" first. Learning that about him makes me want to be that way. I think that's a pretty awesome character quality and one worth being passed down to my brother and me. To learn to show grace always, to give people the benefit of the doubt, and really just don't put your nose and judgement in other people's business. I also find it interesting (aka, SAD) that often the harshest judgement we face is among our church or Christian friends. There is a pretty big difference between discernment and healthy accountability and just plain being judge-y and making your point heard just because you can.

What is the personal cost of just giving grace? Does it physically hurt us to just say, "man, that sounds like a super sucky day. I'm sorry you're going through this!"? NO, it doesn't have a cost at all to be kind. Why feel the need to push our opinions on why someone is having the bad day they are or be the one who thinks we can 'fix it' for that person? I mean, don't we all really just hate that? We know how to avoid rush hour or how to do the self checkout or which stores to avoid on certain days or blah blah blah. You know when someone posts on Facebook, "Geez, I can't stand Walmart. I've been in line 45 minutes!!!" And inevitably 5 people offer solutions of where and when to shop so that the person will not run into any issues. I would venture to say the most helpful responses are just, "I hate that, too! So sorry you're in that spot!"

So the question is maybe, would we rather big RIGHT than just be a friend???? I think women especially already know the answers, we just want to be validated. To be heard. We know if we're over reacting or being ridiculous...we don't need 'fixers' to point it out for us. 

The judgmental outlook tends to spread to bigger things. How soon you get married, what your marriage looks like, if/when/how you have kids, how you spend your money/debt, where your kids go to school, what you wear...Geez. I mean yeah, I've been there, too! I remember several times when things were beyond rough financially. Usually due to lots of court dates and Craig's ex thinking she was entitled to all our money. One particular time I was standing in the grocery store line and there was a 17 year old VERY pregnant girl in front of me buying junk food with food stamps. There I was, mid 20's, working full time, unable to get pregnant, buying vegetables, and not sure how to pay the car payment that month. It was a really frustrating moment and I didn't think graceful or loving thoughts about my situation vs. the girl in front of me. I felt very judge-y and self righteous in my judgement. Now that I'm pregnant and have DSHS insurance I wonder if people are judging me when I pull out of the DSHS card for medical stuff and I'm wearing Toms (a birthday gift from a friend) or pearl earrings (a family heirloom) or a Coach bag (that I bought 8 years ago). You see? We just don't know someone else's life and how they ended up in the shoes they are in. 

We don't know how they got the house they have or the car. I'm sure someone could see me with the kids at the grocery store and think that I have no idea what it's like to want a baby and not have one. Each of my children are an immense blessing. And I do know what it feels like to want and not have. Or to have and then lose.

Empathy for others has been something I've struggled with. I've tended to see the world through the lens of, "don't look at me for sympathy, honey! I've dealt with worse than you and I'm still here!" I learned young to just take care of me. Press my nose in and push through it. I didn't ask for grace from anyone and I didn't learn to offer it. That's maybe more about me just being overly tough..... But again, what is the personal cost of just giving someone grace??? 

Over the last year I have found myself needing a lot of grace. 3 family deaths, a miscarriage, a surgery, and trying to raise a teen step-child amidst fairly frequent drama with his mom. It has not been an easy year. I have seen my dear friends step in and just love me and listen to whatever I'm feeling and give me acceptance. By loving me they aren't saying, "what you are feeling is 100% right and you're entitled to it." They're saying, "I love you. I get that life is hard. I know you're in a tough place." Isn't that really what we need when things are hard? Fair-weather friends tend to hold judgement over us. When life is fun and we have smiles and easy-living to share, they are right along side us and ready to party it up. But when the storm rolls in and it's not easy anymore, we might go through a phase where we're grumpy or have zero patience or just aren't fun to be around. Fair-weather friends make their judgements and head for the door. Sadly, I've had a couple of those during my hardships. I'd like to just say, "good riddance!" But it's not that simple. The judgement hurts and the rejection hurts. I'll also add, my only fair-weather friends have been Christians. Every single time. What I want to do is try to make that a mirror for myself...to look in the mirror and ask myself if I do that. Do I write people off when they are struggling or the way they live their lives doesn't look like mine? Yep, probably sometimes.

So for me, I want to change the habit of arguing. I'm writing about it because I think, yeah, it's an issue for me, but maybe it's an issue for a lot of people. Maybe it's something a lot of us can work on together. Giving grace, being kinder than required, and thinking about other's needs. Accept people where they are, even if you disagree with things. Don't jump to fixing things for people. Just listen and actually hear. When someone trusts you, then you might be asked your opinion! 

So, that's where I'm at. Thinking about my dad, wishing I'd known him more/longer, and hoping I can take his best qualities and carry them on.

I also ran into this blog a week ago about how to really be a friend and I think it's pretty awesome- Are you a fair-weather friend?

~Diana

15 Weeks

You should all feel so special, I didn't even bother to put makeup on for this photo. tehe.

Found this cute jacket yesterday in the Junior's section at Ross. It's a peplum that is shorter in front, so kind of works with a belly. Needed some color in my prego wardrobe.

I'm feeling the baby move now, which is really cool. I definitely didn't feel it this early with my first. I'd have to check the baby book to know about my 2nd, but I think it was later. It's not every day yet, probably because baby is so little still, about 4 inches long. I'm really glad to have the doppler, it really gives me peace of mind, especially with so much going on lately. I can find the heartbeat in about 10 seconds, but lose it just as quickly since baby is moving so much.

I would rather my weight gain was only 4lbs by now, but considering life and the amount of croissants I ate last week, it's alright. Still not planning to find out the baby's gender, but we both think it's probably a girl. Either way is A-OK.

~ Diana