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So yesterday was our big day! In the morning, I had asked Taylor on two different occasions what she would prefer, a sister or a brother. He response both times was "Grandpa." Little did she know what was coming her way.
The ultrasound was great...very long and exhaustive. They checked and double checked everything, and the baby is completely healthy. Praise God! Pretty early on in the ultrasound, it was evident we were having a boy. Our well-endowed son was showing himself off to the world. I said "oh, it's a boy isn't it?" and the ultrasound tech confirmed not once or twice but three times!
I was in shock (I'm still in shock) as I had a maternal instinct it was a girl. Boy, was I off. So now we can't use our girl name Brooklyn and have to agree on a boy's name. Hank and I have different names that we like, but the top two so far are Asher and Ryland. I love Ashton too but I'm alone on that one. So this baby might be unnamed until we see him for ourselves and can agree on the name. Until then, we'll practice calling him different names to see which one sticks.