We finally had our ultrasound today (the hospital inexplicably refused to schedule me until I was over 19 weeks this time around), and got to see our healthy new baby boy. Sly is pretty excited. He's been saying he hopes the baby is "a brother, because I already have a sister." Makes sense to me.
My intuition had been telling me it was a girl. Of course, I was wrong for Stella too, so I guess I just have a bad sense for baby gender! It took a few minutes for it to sink in that we have another boy instead. Also, I feel like no mothers ever admit this, but I'm just gonna go ahead and say it: I *wanted* it to be another girl.
Not that I'm not going to love this baby just as much as my others, because that's just how it works. And once he's born and the whole family is together, I'll know that of course he should have been just who he is.
But I've always had the sense that I would relate better with daughters than with sons, and I have a premonition that - following the footsteps of every other woman in my entire extended family - I will end up with many more sons than daughters. And I think that concerns me a little. Ah, well. "Boys are easier" anyways, so people keep telling me.
The baby is healthy, so I am more than happy.
We do have a name picked out, chosen before Sly was even born as the name for a "future second son." It was my choice, and Tom wasn't crazy about it at first. But I insisted that since he essentially chose Sylvester - a name it took me a long time to not hate! - for our first son, that it was my turn to choose for the next (there was actually a really cool tradition in his family that basically demanded that we give him that name. And who am I to break an eight-generation tradition?). We haven't really discussed whether we're sharing that name until the birth, though, so I'd better just keep quiet for now.