Hudson's Mini Debut

Since our newly discovered baby boy is not officially here yet, I thought it would be misleading to call this post "Hudson's Debut" so we'll call it a mini debut instead.

Yesterday started off with me getting myself ready for my appointment and Brian ready for school which is always fun.  And then to top it all off, as I was walking out the door I had to chug 3 oz (I know, it doesn't sound like much but if you've had to drink it before you know how disgusting it is) of the DELICIOUS glucose test drink.  I must have had a really intense, grossed out look on my face because Brian was watching me and mimicking every look I gave and it wasn't pretty.

Got to the doc, got my blood drawn, and my poor little baby was going into sugar shock.  I literally thought he was going to push right through my belly he was so hyped up.  When the nurse took me back to do the doppler, he was moving so much she could hardly track it.  But there he was with his "little girl" heartbeat of 155 just like his big brother did (silly old wives tales!).

It took about 30 minutes for the doc to come in to do the ultrasound and I was thinking to myself "If this baby goes to sleep..." but luckily it was still bouncing around the walls of my womb when she got there.  She had trouble tracking his flailing legs and arms all over the place.  As I was watching, I noticed the "thing" in between the legs but I kept quiet because I am no expert at ultrasounds.  I thought I would wait for her to say something.  Sure enough, her next words were "It's a boy!" and I immediately look over at Wes who looks like she has just spoken in Spanish.

I think his exact words were, "Wwwwwwwwwait a minute, can you go back there?"  He was in disbelief.  Not ONE SINGLE PERSON thought we were having a boy.   Except me.  I thought it was going to be a boy because I thought Brian was a girl and we see how that turned out.  If you had gone off pregnancy symptoms, old wives tales, and people's opinions alone, we were 100% having a girl.  But Hudson just proved to us today that those things are a bunch of crap-ola.

We are all really excited about having another boy.  Okay, everyone except Brian.  He had his little 4 year old heart set on a sister from the day we told him about the baby.   When I tried to talk up having a little brother to him yesterday, I tried different angles.  I said, "Brian!  A little brother can play with your toys with you!"  to which he responded with a look that told me I could go somewhere....somewhere fiery...

I know he will get over that eventually (hopefully) and they will be the best of friends.

I had a great time yesterday getting some of Brian's old baby clothes out and knowing that his little brother will be wearing some of my favorites soon.  Such sweet memories.