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| 20 Week Belly Shot |
I am 21 weeks along today. I’m feeling great and am enjoying the second trimester. The nausea is long gone and I don’t get tired quite as easily. I’m trying to enjoy it as much as I can, because I know the third trimester will bring on a whole new set of complaints. I only have two problems; I can’t seem to get enough cereal and I long to have a cute baby bump instead of a fat belly. I don't think it's in my cards, people.
We found out on December 20 that we are having a boy! I knew it all along, even if some people don’t believe me. I don’t know how I knew, but I never once wavered. We decided to hold on to our good news until Christmas to surprise our families. This involved a little lying, but it was so worth it. We told our families that the baby was positioned weird and we couldn’t find out. I bought blue picture frames and put the ultrasound picture in it. We wrapped them up like all the other presents and added them to the pile on Christmas.
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| The Carr Family - Christmas 2011 |
First up was my family on Christmas Eve. I saved the frame until last and chose my dad to open it (mostly for logistical reasons, but also because I didn’t want my mom to open it and start crying). He opened it, looked at it, kept looking at it and had no reaction at all. I finally announced, “It’s a boy!” Then it sank in. Apparently, I set the lie up a little too well. I completely caught him off guard, and he had no idea. To be fair, we had decided to give $5 fun gifts to each other this year, and I chose to do all of my shopping at Goodwill. They thought I had just found the frame and bought it, because I was so sure it was a boy. Not exactly the reaction I was going for, but pulling one over on them (especially my jokester dad) was so much better. The frame in these photos is blue and holds the ultrasound photo.
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| The Alcala Family - Christmas 2011 |
Next was Eli’s family on Christmas Day. Same plan, different victims. We chose to let his mom open the frame. She looked at it, said it was cute, smiled, showed off the cute frame and then it clicked. She asked, “Does this mean it really is a boy?” Again, we are good liars. They had no idea.
We spent the rest of our vacation finishing his nursery and picking out a name. We were quick to jump on the turtle theme for a couple of reasons. First, I love turtles. I call my dog turtle (among a million other nicknames). Plus, when the ultrasound tech told us it was a boy, she explained it like this: “Do you see that thing that looks like a turtle sticking his head out of his shell? That’s his penis.” While I’m sure I will mortify my son with this story over and over again, for now it serves as my sign from God that I should decorate his nursery with turtles.
