The Halftime Show

Yet another hurdle has been reached, jumped over, and left in the dust. Today is Saturday, which means that I’m one day into a new week. This week, baby BOY and I are in week 21. So if we’re keeping score, we’ve got 19 (hooray!) weeks and 6 days until D-day (delivery day/ due day).

On Wednesday, the little one was measuring in at about 20 weeks, 4 days (instead of 19 weeks, 5 days), which the sonographer told us was just fine since at this point, estimating the fetal age has a good 5-7 day margin of error. Not too shabby. Maybe we’ll have our 10-11-12 baby after all.

We are expecting a lil’ man, which was kind of a surprise, kinda not. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a little boy. Mainly because I want to dress him in little man suits. And before you ask, yes, I would ‘let’ him wear them all the time. I don’t think there is anything cuter than an infant in formal wear.

On the flip side, Jason and I had settled on a solid name for a girl. Complete with a first name that paid homage to both sides of the family, a power-name for the middle name, and a Hebrew name (after my maternal grandmother). Because of this, we were pretty well sold on living in Girl Town. Not the case.

Boy Town looks to be very fun, filled with little boy things. And we are grateful for the opportunity to live there. Our town does have a name, which we’re probably keeping under wraps until closer to the afore-mentioned D-day.


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