Preggo Diaries: So, the results are in!

It was a mystery for most of the ultrasound, but it's official the Baby Robinson is a Mister! My instinct was correct!

The road to the ultrasound was kind of funny. I went to school early in the morning to get some work done and then decided to leave at 9:30, since the appointment was at 10:00. Well, before I could even leave the building, I had the dilemma: to pee or not to pee? The first thing I'm asked to do when I get to the doctor's office is to "give a sample," but gosh darn it, I really had to go. I ducked into the bathroom fast to take care of business, but then had the mild panic attack about whether I'd be able to pee once I got to the doctor. So, the whole drive to the doctor, I chugged the rest of my first water bottle of the day (and I carry the big ones). I shouldn't have worried (or drank) so much. Once I got to the doctor, I saw Aaron in the parking lot, but I couldn't' stop. I ran to the desk to check in and sighed with relief as I was given permission to produce the "sample" they desired. Funny enough, while we were waiting to go in for the ultrasound, I had to pee AGAIN!

Then, we were ushered back into a little room. Aaron sat next to me as the ultrasound tech (UT) had me lay on the table, lift my shirt and scrunch down my pants. She asked if we wanted to know what we were having and we both said yes! I had to practically hug the computer because her arms were so short. I hadn't anticipated that there would be a screen right in front of my, mounted on the wall; I guess I envisioned that I would have to crane my neck to the left or right to see what was going on. She squirted the jelly goo on my belly (which is definitely growing) and...

Nothing truly prepared me for that next moment. There on the screen was my precious little angel. Even though my belly is growing and I'm starting to feel movement, there aren't words to describe seeing his little profile on the screen. No words, just joy and amazement. I started to tear up, I'm tearing up now remembering it, but the UT was showing us so many things that I mentally slapped myself across the face so I didn't miss anything by clouding my vision with tears.

Our very first shot of him was pretty humorous. He had his arm up above his head, almost as if he was saying "Oh man, Mom never shuts up." She measured everything and kept saying, "that's a good looking baby." I'm sure she says that to everyone, but it just confirmed for me that my baby is the most perfect thing ever. She showed us hands with little fingers and thumbs and itty-bitty feet with little toes. We got to see his tiny precious heart beating. We saw the blood pumping through his body, the crown of his head, and his little stomach and liver.

The trouble was that Kiddo was a little shy. The UT said she usually started at the top and worked her way down and would check when she "got there." Well, somebody was timid and wasn't ready to let Mom and Dad see the business. The UT pounded (gently) on my belly a bit to try to get Kiddo to shift just right, but still, no luck. So she moved on and finished measuring everything else, then came back to check again. Still, Peanut wasn't having it. The UT kept poking and prodding, commented on how full my bladder was, and then said "Oh, are you ready?"

"Yes!" we both screamed.

"It's a boy." There on the screen was probably the cutest ultrasound photo I think I've seen (I'm his Momma so I can say that). It was a shot in which I could see both of his little butt cheeks and then, yep, his family jewels were right there for us to see! I chuckled and we actually saw Peanut move, I think in response to my laughing, or maybe to cover up because he'd been so terribly exposed.

The rest of the appointment was a blur. After the UT finished up and we got our photos printed, I stopped by the restroom to pee again, and we sat in the waiting room (waiting for the next appointment) texting people and posting to Facebook. Mom/Grandma wasn't satisfied with a text, so she called and I quietly tortured her before telling her about her grandson.

The doctor's appointment went fine. Our doctor said that everything looked great and that our September 23rd due date would hold now for the rest of the pregnancy. Aaron and I got to settle our lawn mowing dispute via Dr. Makkapati, too. I WIN! I CAN MOW! I don't know why I'm so excited, but I certainly am looking forward to pushing the mower around the yard.

After the appointment, Aaron and I ran to Barnes & Noble. I saw a few people I used to work with and we picked up a baby name book that actually holds our first choice boy's name! Aaron found it right away and flipped right to it! Next, we stopped by Costco to pick up a couple of the outfits I'd held off on buying since they were VERY boy-centric. Last, we stopped at Buffalo Wild Wings for lunch before I headed back to work for the afternoon and final night of our evening special session.

Again, there aren't words for what it felt like to see my precious little baby boy. I can't stop looking at his picture, with his tiny nose and sweet little lips. I can't wait to spoil this cutie rotten and teach him how to be the best little man in the world. I can't wait to witness his first smile, soothe his first tears, see his first steps, and hear his first words. I can't think of a better way to spend my first official Mother's Day than knowing that those little bumps I feel more frequently now are my sweet little boy saying hello and reminding me of just how precious he is.

I've officially out-sapped myself, so gaze below at the new pictures of Kiddo and his ever growing collection of goodies: