OK. We're better now, more adjusted to the idea of having a boy. I just keep seeing M's baby picture in my head, with lighter hair and greenish eyes. It works because he was a cute baby.
There's nothing like ultrasound pics (and tummy kicks) to make it feel more real. I've been studying those pictures off and on over the last few days, wondering what this boy will look like when he's ripe & ready for this world. I told him today he has to stay in until he's all ready to come out - then regretted my words lest he take me seriously and end up overdue.
Months ago, I clicked on a link from Facebook that said "LOST baby clothes" and I found the funniest freakin' onesies. LOST fans will love it. Some of the ones that made me laugh out loud are:
"I'm a complex guy, sweetheart."
"If anything goes wrong, Desmond Hume will be my constant."
"Bad Robot"
"You taste like fish biscuits"
"No you can't have peanut butter for the cute blonde and her poor island baby!"
"WWLD What Would Locke Do?"
"Rejected by the Others"
"You gonna beat me with your Jesus stick?"
"Maybe it's a pissed off giraffe"
"I am one of the Oceanic 6"
"Did that bird just say my name?"
I could go on. There's also one from Star Wars I like: "I'm the first of a clone army" and one from Harry Potter: "If you can read this, my invisibility cloak must have fallen off".
So, I guess, in short, we're having fun with idea of having a boy. That said, I'm already to the "M"s in the baby name book and, so far, no dice. . . .
~Nichole
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