20 Weeks and a Teeny Weeny!

I'm somehow already halfway through this pregnancy.  It's already amazing me how quickly time is passing, and a part of me is a little sad about it.  It's been so easy and enjoyable.  I've had no reason to dislike being pregnant.  Is it really almost over?  Then the difficult part will begin, with hopefully a fuzzy curly-headed little baby boy.

We went in for my 20 week sonogram last Friday.  Originally Andrew didn't want to find out the sex.  I've heard of this, but it seemed like it would be impossible to keep that kind of secret from him in our own home.  I know he wanted to be surprised, so when he relented and decided to find out for my sake it made me feel kinda bad.  However, his reaction when we found out the baby is a boy was pretty priceless, and in that moment he really didn't mind finding out early. :)

I'm getting over a pretty bad cold, which has made me thankful that I feel so fantastic in every other aspect.  If I was nauseous or anything while enduring this kind of seasonal sickness my misery would have been tenfold.  Andrew has managed to avoid catching it, but we'll see.  His 26th birthday is on Thursday, so if he's going to get sick at all I'm sure with his luck it'll be on his birthday.

We are getting so excited to meet our little guy.  I was caught quite off-guard on Friday, because I had invested my entire brain into believing he was a she, so it took me the day to get past that.  However, by Saturday morning I was feeling extremely excited to finally know what gender my baby is, and after a trip to the Carter's outlet and Baby Gap I had forgotten what a baby girl even is. :)  I grew up with 3 older brothers and lots of uncles.  Boys in my family are a dime a dozen.  This was why I was so dead-set on having a girl.  However, my husband is the opposite.  While he genuinely didn't care what the baby was, you can't throw a stone five feet without hitting a girl in his family.  He's the only Evans boy, he grew up around all girls, and so this makes having a boy a very special thing for us.  The other thing I've come to realize is how different my life would have been if I had an older sister.  I may or may not have loved it, but it would have been very different compared to my life with three big brothers.  I wouldn't change a thing about the way I grew up and the brothers I've been blessed with, and this gets me SO excited to have a boy first.  He'll be the big brother, he'll be the protector, he'll be the butt head (better to accept it now), he'll be the king of comedy.  I can't wait to meet him, and I can't wait to give him some little siblings to push around and love unconditionally.

Bring on the boy!