Nineteen Weeks

It is hard to believe that I am only one week from being theoretically halfway through this pregnancy. Time really does fly, my little mango / large heirloom tomato / softball. (hmm?). The absolute biggest excitement of this past week was that we learned that you are actually Luigi, not Violetta, and I am off and running on dreaming up what your room is going to look like. We happened to receive a lot of zoo animals as early gifts for you, and that has actually become a front runner as a decor idea...in that clean, modern and graphic way you will soon learn to expect from your Mommy.

Aside from learning your gender, our ultrasound appointment was amazing. You were just uncooperative enough to keep us there for an entire hour. We got to watch you waving your little arms and kicking your little legs. At one point, you seemed to get really mad about being poked so much and you started boxing with the probe, and flailing your legs. I can't deny, it made your dad a little nervous! The one thing you wouldn't do was roll over onto your tummy. I wonder if this is a sign of how you will take to tummy time. In any case, this meant they were not able to get the direct shot of your spine that they wanted, and I have to get to go back and see you again this Friday!

The next best part of the week was telling both of your grandmothers that you are a boy. My mom, your Granny, came to visit for the weekend. We made her wait all the way until 9 o'clock at night when Daddy got home from a business dinner, to surprise her with the news. I had to get through 4 hours with her with her baiting me to see if I would slip up and tell her. But in the end, it was the helium balloon that said "New Little Prince" that came floating out of the box she opened that revealed the news. She squealed with delight, as I new she would and said life can't get any better with two grandsons on the way this year. I video taped the whole thing so I could send it to your Uncle W and Aunt R as a way to tell them the news.

The next night, we went to meet Daddy's mom (I'm not yet sure what you'll be calling her) at the home improvement store where she sells kitchens. We brought her an identical box and balloon which she opened in front of her coworkers and immediately burst into tears. You'll learn, she's a crier! She proudly carried her balloon through the store as we headed out to dinner.

On Sunday, Daddy told his Grampa L that you are a boy, and he was very excited to have someone to carry on the family name.

That's about it for this week, little Luigi. I can't wait to see you again on Friday. In the meantime, I am bound and determined to figure out how to incorporate my favorite color purple into your life in a non-girly way. You would be surprised how limiting the available color palettes for little boys tend to be, and I don't want to place any limitations on you, beginning with your taste in color!

* 17 and 18 week pictures are finally up too!