If you are friends with me on Facebook, you’ve probably seen the gender reveal video that Brian and I put together. If you haven’t seen it, here’s the news. It’s a boy!
We found out after our anatomy ultrasound a few days ago on Monday. It was a lot of fun to watch the little guy wiggling around up there on the screen in the corner of the room as my tummy was poked and prodded and he was measured and analyzed. Brian laughed out loud when the technician told us the gender, mostly because everyone’s been telling us the baby was going to be a girl, but also because we have pages of girl names … and zero boy names.
On the way home, we stopped and bought some blue balloons to use for our Facebook video. I had the brilliant idea to later use the balloons in photos to put on this blog. I love balloons, and in my head, I imagined a set of whimsical, fun images that would be exceedingly Pinterest-able. I would walk on the grass outside our apartment, backlit against the fading sun with my blue balloons floating tranquilly above me.
The weather had other plans, of course. I took the balloons outside, only to discover that it was really windy. The wind made for some spastically flapping balloons — not at all what I had envisioned — but we were still able to get the pictures.
5 Thoughts about Having a Boy
- Boy names are HARD. As I mentioned above, Brian and I had sooo many girl names picked out, but every boy name we find just feels like settling. If the baby was a girl, we were planning on going with either ‘Emma’ or ‘Chloe.’ Now we just don’t know what to choose!
- The only name that we’ve found that we both really, really like is ‘Clark.’ I love the name just because I think it sounds really beautiful, phonetically. The rolling of the ‘c’ into the ‘l.’ The crispness of the ‘k’ at the end. We are hesitating on that one though because everyone is going to think we named our kid after Superman, and I don’t know if I want to deal with that for the rest of my life!
- I have to admit I’m a little bit worried about having a little boy. I’ve heard a lot of horror stories about the kind of mischief boys can get into — things like smearing poop on walls, being super hyper, and just general crazies. I guess we’ll figure it out (nervous laughter)!
- I’m not going to be able to watch Disney princess movies all day, every day. I’m not going to lie. I’m probably going to watch them with him anyways. But I think there’s an age limit to how long most little boys will want to watch Tangled and Beauty and the Beast with me before transitioning to Power Rangers, cars and legos.
- Knowing the gender makes it so much more real, and I couldn’t be more excited. Knowing that we are going to have a little boy puts a face on my day dreams. It means I get to freak out about cute blue baby toys and wonder where my collection of plastic dinosaurs is. I can’t wait to explore the world with a new set of eyes. To re-visit my childhood and play with bugs and lizards and dirt. To wander through the park and play make-believe, fighting dragons and dreaming. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to be able to do that again.