The Baby

As of yesterday, I am now 15 weeks pregnant and feel confident enough to say that I am out of the miscarriage window. Phew! I did have a couple scares, but I fortunately have a very caring OB/Gyn who is always happy to reassure me by either ultrasound or listening to the heartbeat. Which, by the way, I got to hear just last Friday. I LOVE that sound, I tell ya. Having great connections in the medical imaging field (my MIL does MRIs), I was able to have a 13-week ultrasound in which it was predicted that I am carrying a girl. I am not convinced yet, though. While I will be thrilled with either gender, if I allow myself to get my heart set on one or the other and then learn otherwise later, I will have a difficult time. So, I continue to wonder.... AW, on the other hand, has absolutely no doubt about it. In fact, way back in April he predicted that I would have a baby girl. He said God told him so. And now, he hesitates not a wink when he tells people he will be getting a baby sister. According to him, God has again told him it would be a girl. Not only does he say he is having a sister, he also has her named... Ella. Not a bad name, I say. And, the more I hear it, the more I like it. Hubby is not so sold yet. He insists on meeting the baby before choosing a name. And I can certainly understand that as well.