A sweet, tiny little boy who I know someday will be running around our house a million miles an hour, falling down, scraping his knees, getting gross goob everywhere, pretending to be Tom Brady (Jacques can only hope!), cuddling with his mommy (because he WILL be a momma's boy), saying funny/naughty things that I'll try not to laugh at but will write down so we never forget, putting on crazy outfits (like snowboots, undies, and oven mitts) and insisting on wearing them in public..........and the list could go on.
I'm so excited! A boy is what I had my heart set on at first, but after a couple months I decided I was totally okay with either a boy or a girl. Jacques wanted a girl, but when we found out it was a boy ("Yep - those are definitely little boy parts!"), the look on his face let the world know he was totally okay with a boy.
We've pretty much come to a decision on the name....at least it's the one we keep coming back to, but people that we've told just call him by that, so I think it's stuck. For now, I'll say it's the name of a singer of a band we like, BUT not on purpose.... we just both realized that name was this certain guy's name, which is definitely okay because he's a good guy, a brilliant guy, a very talented guy....just not the most handsome guy haha. A song by that band came on this morning on my shuffle while I was driving to work, and the baby started kicking me right then, which I knew wasn't because of that song but I pretended it was because it was cute and made me laugh.
Jacques is amazing with me being pregnant - I was worried he might be weirded out or something, but he says he loves my pregnant body and he's incredibly sweet and nice to me (not that he's not normally, just an extra lot now). Yesterday I was in the bathroom getting ready, and he came in and kissed me, then kissed my tummy... I'm excited to share this amazing adventure with him, because I know he'll be a good dad.
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