I'ma level with you. I didn't really forget. Let's just say I needed a little personal time to absorb the Big News. I came home from the ultra-sound, put Bean down for her nap, wrote my quick blog posts and fell headlong into an exhausted 2 hour sleep myself, waking up only to
I think my body was so convinced by this crazy over-active imagination of mine that we were in some kindof IMMINENT DANGER, it actually spat out a huge dose of adrenaline, which later drained from my system and left me useless as a broke watchband for the rest of the day.
But OH! I'm so thankful this baby is healthy and fine.
And he looks just like his Daddy, in profile. (In the picture of him from straight on, his face looks exactly like a cute little slice of raw tomato.)
Yes, HE, I said. He's a BOY!
What, people, what on EARTH am I going to do?
With a BOY?
My poor little pea-brain STILL can't even begin to process the news, lo these nearly 24 hours later.
A BOY, God?
I think I need another nap.