The day of the much anticipated doctor’s appointment finally arrived and we got to finally find out whether Baby Cline was a boy or a girl. And clearly, based on Buddy’s accessories…. It’s a boy!!!
It’s amazing how much just knowing that it is actually a he has made the whole thing suddenly seem more real. After we found out (and confirmed that Baby Boy Cline was healthy and all that good stuff), Matt and I went out for lunch at the District and our topic of conversation was easily shifted to what he might be like. It just feels a little easier to imagine a little person just knowing the gender.
Although I have to say, I was totally surprised it was a boy! Ever since the 100 year old lady at the gym who has never spoken to me before or since looked at me when I was 7 weeks pregnant and asked if I was pregnant and told me that I looked like I was carrying a girl, I had been pretty convinced there was a a double XX chromosome baby swimming around in there. I mean, if someone can predict you’re pregnant when you look like maybe you stopped at Bojangles for breakfast on the way to the gym, then clearly they can predict the gender too right? I thought so.
So, it’s a boy! Time to build a 6 foot fence around my house and to learn to throw a spiral. Or maybe, before all that, I should do my baby registry or pick out a crib or whatever else you’re supposed to be before these little human beings show up and start bossing you around. Because now we’re halfway (halfway!!) there and I’m pretty sure it’s only going to get more and more real as the weeks go by.
Poor little Spuds was used for our Facebook announcement of BBC’s gender reveal and he sat through many, many takes before I got the one I wanted. All this modeling work is hard work on a pupdog as evidenced by this nap I caught him taking after his photog session…