At the end of July we found out we are having a boy! We are so excited for the little guy to join us. I had such strong feelings that it was a boy, so I felt I knew it before we went in for the ultrasound. I kept having dreams about it and I kept saying "him" without thinking about it. With Jayden, I thought it was a boy, but I think that was just wishful thinking because I had always wanted a boy first. I thought Sidney was also a boy, but I was wrong there. But something about this time was different, I just knew.
Jayden couldn't be happier. Sidney, on the other hand, cried her poor little heart out. She wanted a sister soooo bad. Whenever she would outgrow her clothes she would say, "Well, we can save it for the baby if it's a sister." She would talk about having a sister to play princesses with, and so her little world was shattered. We had tried really hard to prepare her for a boy, and I thought we had gotten there, but I guess not. A couple of days after we found out, we were sitting in church and she asked me to draw a picture of our family. I included the baby and she started punching it. Then I drew a heart next to it, and she drew a big X on it. She's starting to become a little more accepting, but she is still sad about it. We have a lot of work to do or else we will be having problems. I know she'll love him, but it will take some work. There is a part of me that is sad too, simply because I can't imagine not having my sisters, and if this is our last, she might not get one. But Heavenly Father knows what he's doing, so I'm not too worried about it. I am thrilled for another boy!
We also told the kids a couple of days ago the name we have picked out. I was afraid they would complain about it, because they want some say in it, but when I told them they both got these little smiles on their faces (even Sidney), and they loved it. We have had a boy name picked out for a few years now, but had zero girl names on our list. I know I keep saying things like it was meant to be, but I just can't explain it any other way, I just know it was meant to be. Even the reaction from the kids told me this little boy is going to fit right in.
As far as my pregnancy, things are starting to get better. Right before my 20 week mark the nausea was noticeably less, right on time. It's still there a little, but it's not 24 hours a day. I've been able to start eating a few more things again. I was basically a vegetarian. I only ate meat a couple of times, and honestly, I don't really miss it. The thought of it still grosses me out. The one thing I missed the most was bread. One of the first things I did when I started to feel better was make a batch of rolls.
So that's that. Now that I'm over half way I feel like I can make it. I feel bad we've had kind of a boring summer. The kids have been real troopers though, and I think they're enjoying seeing me off the couch more. I'm even enjoying cleaning again. Who would have thought?
