It's a Boy!

I have to admit, before I was pregnant I thought I would have a house full of daughters some day. I saw lot of pink in my future and imagined lots of ballet classes and hair braiding. However, as soon as we found out about you, we knew that a little baby boy was on his way. I'm not sure why, but we only thought about boys names and looked at boy specific baby gear.
So, on May 23rd, at the ultrasound technician offices in San Francisco, off Van Ness St, when the technician blurted out "It's a boy!", we weren't surprised at all.

There is actually a little more to the story. In the middle of the ultrasound, as we were admiring your cuteness and how perfectly you were growing and developing, I started to feel nauseous. I asked to take a break and get up to use the restroom, and as I was trying to stand up, everything went black and I passed out. Luckily your dad was right there to catch me. I'd never fainted before, so neither of us knew what was happening. I woke up a couple seconds later laying down again, the lights were on and several doctors/nurses were coming into the room with big blood pressure machines and worried looks on their faces. Anyway, I ended up being fine, but I have pregnancy related low blood pressure/low blood sugar (it's the worst around this time of pregnancy 18-22 weeks), and I need to make it my habit of turning my purse into a lunch box at ALL times. I can't go an hour without a snack. Of course, there was no harm to you, although it scared your dad pretty bad. It was actually a lot scarier for him than it was for me, I think for a second he thought he may be taking care of me in this state forever.

That night, after calling all of the family to let them know the good news that a baby boy was on his way. We invited some friends over to celebrate. They had to wait to get here to find out the news, and so we tricked them as they walked in.