I didn't get any sleep the night before our ultrasound. I kept thinking, is it a boy or is it a girl??? I honestly had no preference, I was just happy to be pregnant.
The time finally came, we got ready and headed to the doctors. A horrible storm had ripped through the night before, so our ultrasound tech was late coming in, because of down trees in her area. So we waited.
When she finally called us back I was so calm, I looked over at Paul and though his facial expressions almost never change I could tell he was excited. Truth be known, our baby loves to take a pictures! From his first ultrasound he always makes sure he places himself right where he needs to be to get a good shot. If you need a picture of his brain he will tilt his head perfectly towards the machine, if you need a image of his spine he will give you textbook worthy photo, but as we learned on that day, if you try to get a picture of his private parts he wants nothing to do with you. Honestly can you blame him?
At first she thought he was a girl. When we both heard it Paul looked like all the air was taken from his body and I looked confused. It didn't feel like it was a girl. A few moments later his umbilical cord moved and he finally gave us a good angle to see that, yes, our baby is a BOY!
My dad travels a lot for work, so unfortunately he was about to catch a plane to Atlanta, GA the day we found out. I called him as soon as I could to make it special for him because he wouldn't be able to make the big family dinner. Now, if you know my dad, he has always wanted a boy. I'm the oldest of three girls. He told me to hurry because he was boarding the plane, so I just blurted out, " ITS A BOY!" To my shock my dad loudly shouts back, "FINALLY! Let me call you back when I land in Atlanta (in a whisper)." The rest of the day my dad had to avoid calls from my mom because he knew he couldn't keep the news to himself.
Words from Paul: We also knew that my mom would not be able to be at the dinner with us that evening, so we wanted to make it special for her as well, making her one of the first (if not THE first) person to know in our family (the first person was either Gino or my mom...they can fight over that :-]). I called her on my way from the doctors to work. She could barely contain herself. I said, "Well, they told us it was a girl..." and then I continued, "but then they changed their minds...it's a boy." Mom was very happy to hear that. She said something like, "I love boys! Lord knows I had enough of them!"
That night we had my family, including my mom, sister Chelsea, and sister Lindsey; Paul's family, including his Dad, BonusMother Tammy, Bonus Brother Josh, Nanny, and Pop-Pop (his two other brothers couldn't be there that night). We had Paul's dad and my mom open two gifts. Each one had a little boy onesies in it that they could show everyone.
Everyone was so excited! Especially when they heard what his name was going to be. Our little son will be named John Caleb Myers. John being the first name of a LONG standing tradition in the Myers family. John is also Paul's first name, but he goes by Paul like our son will go by Caleb.
Here are some photos from that day.
My mom and Paul's dad. The proud grandparents to be!
Randy and Tammy between the two have four boys. But they are so excited for their little grand baby.
The great-grandparents Nanny and Pop-Pop.
Me, my sisters, and mom. They didn't give me the memo on wearing either blue or stripes that night.
The proud parents!
Our little boy John CALEB Myers.