my little basketball player

It's a BOY peeps! Our sweet little boy is movin' and groovin' and growing those long femur bones of his to join the Lakers one day. When the Ultrasound Tech told us the news, Scott's face lit up and he gave my ankle an extra squeeze. We laughed as we realized we were both wearing blue that day! Meant to be :)

I've always thought in the back of my mind that I would have a boy first. Throughout my pregnancy, I've always subconsciously said "he" when referring to the baby. (Though I'd quickly say, "or She!" Don't want to offend my little fetus ya know?) But, I was right.  Mother's intuition I guess. (Or at least I like to think that way--that I'm omniscient :)

20 weeks

a wittle foot

But we are so happy! We can finally start buying clothes and little things that only a boy needs, like a Pee-Pee Teepee. So far we only have a sock monkey, a Thanksgiving onesie, and two boxes of diapers. Homeboy needs some STUFF! The essentials, of course, like a Lakers and Dodgers jersey.

(But we can't get too carried away. My Aunt Hilary's last child was supposed to be a boy. 
THREE ultrasounds all said "BOY" and out popped sweet Colette. This gives me a little anxiety.)