It said I was pregnant with our
3rd
3rd
BOY.
I was happy.
I had my boy name chosen.
Duncan.
I love that name.
I kicked my self.
I had given away all my infant clothing up to size 12 months
and
my maternity clothes.
I started buying a few things.
I love shopping.
Fast forward to Friday.
20 weeks.
Sonogram day.
We went as a family.
Logan and Hunter
fought over a bag of dried cherries.
Baby was not cooperating.
All scrunched up,
crossed up,
wiggly,
and
thumb sucking.
Femur length,
heart view,
tibia length,
another heart view.
Maneuver the wand.
Screaming when Logan decides he should hold the bag.
The wand shakes my uterus.
We get a clear shot.
(Sounds like a sniper sighting his mark, doesn't it?)
Logan replies that he would like a baby
SISTER
because he already has a baby brother,
of course.
Logan got his wish.
But he says not yet.
"My sister is not ready yet."
