So ten weeks have come and gone without filling you all in on the happenings of my pregnancy. That's a long time. There goes one fourth of my pregnancy that you have absolutely no documentation of. Sorry. I'm terrible at blogging (as if you hadn't already figured that one out on your own).
Where did I leave off? Ah yes, King and I were about to find out the gender of our sweet, little, precious baby. I'm excited to announce that we are having a little boy (not to mention that we'll be having this little boy in less than 10 weeks). When the ultrasound technician asked if we wanted to know the gender, I wanted her to be as sure as sure can be before telling us. When I asked if she was sure, she said, "Oh yeah. I'm sure. It's a boy." I guess boys make their presence known a little more so than little girls.
King was elated. I could tell the moment that the word "boy" escaped from the lips of our technician that he was one proud papa. I think it's inherent in all males to want a son on the first go-round. And that's fine by me. I'm glad King can pass on those charming good looks to our baby boy. All along, I knew it was going to be a boy but for some reason, I kept holding on to the idea that our baby could be a littel girl too. Just like it's natural for men to want sons, I also think it's natural for women to want daughters. It's just what we know. After months of waiting we finally knew that a little BOY was on his way. And we couldn't be any more thrilled.
Unfortunately, we didn't have a boy's name picked out for our little one. We had a girl's name picked out from day one, but that special moniker for that sweet baby boy was nowhere to be found. One day I happened upon a name that I thought I might like and saved it for King when he came home from work that evening. He walked in the door and I said, "I think I have a name, but I don't think you'll like it." He didn't say "NO!" immediately but I just knew that it was going to get thrown out just like all the other names we had discussed. Instead, we compromised and said that we'd both think about it and practice using it for a while...just to see how we liked it. After a couple of weeks, I remember driving home one evening and admitting to King that I had already started attributing that name to our little boy--and I couldn't help it. In my mind, that was HIS name even though we hadn't set anything in stone yet. Later on (I can't remember if it was later than night or another time), we were laying in bed and King said "Let's do it. Let's give our son the name." What a sweet moment. We finally had a name picked out for our baby boy, and I'll never forget the way his Daddy's face lit up when he said "Let's do it." As I sit here thinking about that moment, I can't help but almost cry. It really was a very tender moment--perhaps one of my very favorite memories concerning this pregnancy.
So the name? Ian King Simpson. Finally giving our son a name has made everything seem that much more real, that it's not just some creature growing inside me, but a little person with a name, an identity, a personality. And one day, Ian King will be a little boy sitting on the floor on his first day of kindergarten. And then one day, Ian King will be a teenage boy going to his prom and high school graduation. And then one day, Ian King will be a man with his own family--hopefully giving his Mom and Dad lots and lots of beautiful grandbabies.
I think I've given enough updates for one day. Momma's getting a little too emotional:)
