Yes: we'll be finding out what we're having. Obviously! I've got as much patience and will power as I have understanding of complex algebraic equations. (Read: zero, zilch, nada.) If you've met me in real life, you know I've relentlessly harassed my friends who refused to find out against my wishes (hiiii, Megan!) and I just don't have it in me to wait. Even if I did, J doesn't. He's got painting to do.
Yes: we'll play round two of "let's torture our loved ones by remaining mum on the baby name until the birth day". I can hear you groaning, knock that off. Here's how we feel. First, everything else (assuming and praying all goes as planned) will be very anti-climatic. We'll know the exact date and the exact time and the exact gender of the baby, so we like to leave something as a surprise so yall will actually have a reason to obsessively check this blog (or your text messages or FB or what have you) come the big day in mid February. Dos, we like to choose a name totally on our own without any input or crinkled noses from those with different taste than our own. Thirdly, I have a weird aversion to anyone referring to our unborn baby by name until he/she has arrived safe and sound. It just freaks me out. And it also all but revokes the right for a 39th week change of mind if everyone's been calling the baby by name and sending monogrammed outfits. Hence, he/she shall continue to be known as The Bumblebee for the remaining 27 (+/-) weeks.
No: not planned. This is one of those questions that, if someone hasn't asked, they're probably wondering since, you know, A's pretty fresh out of the womb. And since I'm an open book, I'll go there even though it probably also falls into TMI territory and my grandparents read this. Anyway, nope, not so much planned. We've always hoped for a sibling for A, and I always thought it would be nice if they weren't much more than two years apart. We're thrilled with the timing, even if it wasn't exactly as we envisioned. The Big Guy has a Big Plan and who are we to question that. He is good! And He will also provide an abundance of heavily caffeinated beverages to pull us through the first year!
Yes: I'm feeling okay. Finally. I spent each and every day of the past six weeks falling somewhere between "so-so" and "SHOOT ME" on the scale of 1st trimester misery. Nausea, food aversions, food cravings, bloating so bad I broke the button off my favorite shorts, crippling exhaustion. Now I'm just feeling like my clothes are shrinking overnight and like it's a totally reasonable thing to cry during the nightly weather report. (Which it maybe is, if you are facing day FIFTY above one hundred degrees. FIVE-OH!)
No: I'm not hoping for a girl. I'm hoping for an uneventful, healthy pregnancy and a healthy, sleep loving second child. It couldn't matter any less to me whether it's a she-baby or a he-baby. I'd love a brother and best friend and partner in crime for Mister A, I'd love to reuse the boxes and boxes of adorable blue outfits worn once or twice....and I'd love a sweet little girl and a chance to be on Toddlers & Tiaras. (I'm kidding! But if I weren't kidding, her stage name would be Tooty, for sure.)
Yes: We've asked Mister A how he feels about this baby sibling thing. Since his verbal communication of his feelings is limited to "ba" "ma" "da" "ga" and "pffffffffffffft", he chose to mime out his feelings on the news:
Translation: "What the hay do I know? I'm a baby! I don't even know what you're talking about! Can I have a banana?"