So I’m not very good at this sharing information in a timely matter thing.
In the last post I wrote about the upcoming ultrasound appt where we would find out the gender of this little Nugget.
I don’t know if it was just the tech I had that was tease or if that’s how it’s done. The tech asked if we wanted to know the gender as soon as we walked in the room, squirted the gel on my stomach and started taking measurements. Asks again if we want to know the gender because she can see it. We again say yes.
And she continues to take measurements.
Then she shows us this.
I wish someone else would have been there. I started to cry and B started fist pumping. Like Jersey Shore fist pumping.
Now we just need to come up with and agree on a name.
Because there is absolutely no way I am naming my son Brian Jr and calling him BJ. Putting his twig and berries on the internets is cruel enough.