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The newest member of the family: BOY or GIRL?

Everyone is different, but for myself, pregnancies #1 and #2 have been fairly consistent. Therefore, I have thrown out trimesters and simply divided pregnancy into two halves. The first half is miserable. The second half is awesome.
 
During the first half, I am exhausted, sick and feel as large as a house that no one knows is carrying a child yet, but is clearly growing out of her pants. If your first 18 weeks of pregnancy only increased your boob size and radiant glow- good for you, now excuse me while I throw-up some more. 

The glorious second half however, is where Jesus calms the sea and I can once again eat spaghetti! By this point I have a decipherable 'baby bump' and the real fun begins. For example, with the 20th week comes the anatomy ultrasound. We finally get to find out: boy or girl?! Which is what I present you today!

But first, a picture collage from our small reveal party!

   
   
















And now, what you have all been waiting for!

Or at least what I had been waiting for.





We are having a:




....and we are thrilled! 

Welcome to the family my newest son. 
We love you to infinity and beyond!


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