E' un Maschietto!

Snakes and Snails and Puppy Dog Tails... It's a Boy! This is how I announced it to my family:

I never said I was a cake decorator.

But at least it tasted good.

Half way there, and I couldn't be happier:

20 Weeks

Dear Baby Boy,
What an eventful couple of weeks it has been. I feel like I know you now better than ever. Not just because I got to see your cute little face. And it is pretty cute if I do say so myself.  But for so many other reasons. You are becoming a more and more of a real person to me. I felt  you move for the very first time about 2 weeks ago. There was no mistaking it. I was sitting in church and there was a big powerful kick I felt deep in my lower abdomen. I kept telling your Dad that I felt like you were breech and that your head was almost near my left ribs. It turns out I was right. Dad says you are already trying to get out of church, but I like to think it was because you were enjoying it. Ever since then I feel you move all over, especially when I eat something sweet. One day I was heading out the door and threw on some skinny jeans thinking that I could wear them just fine with a belly band. I put them on standing up and had no problems. When I got in the car to drive where I was going, you went crazy. I don't think I had felt such aggressive kicks. It was almost as if you were saying "too tight! Get me outta here."  As soon as I unloosened the waist you were as content as can be.
During the ultrasound this week you would not move your little hand. You like to have it curled up by your cheek. The ultrasound tech shook my belly like she was giving it some sort of shiatsu massage, but that made you move even less. She wanted to get a good picture of your face, but you would have none of it. Your dad was proud. He said he likes that you are already a little stubborn. We are both so excited for a boy. I keep trying to convince your daddy that if we give you the middle name of Jimmer that you will be destined for basketball stardom, but he will have none of it because "#1- Jimmer is a weird name anyway, #2 I will NEVER name my child after a BYU player." So I guess that is the end of that.  In any case, I am sure you will be a great athlete. Every time I go running, I always think about how great it feels(once I get past the first mile of you bouncing on my bladder) and that you must be a little runner too.
I have thought a lot about influential men in my life and how sweet they can be. I am sure you will follow in their footsteps. I thought about stories that my grandma has told me about my dad as a little boy. She said he was always very tender, and always wanted to help her.  Once when she was sick she said he was trying to do anything he could think of to help her out. He would bring her his blankie, and wrap her up and try to make it feel better. I love that sweet little story. Your dad is just the same way. He will do anything for me to show me he loves me, and he is always so good at taking care of me. I know will inherit these wonderful qualities along with many others from the wonderful men in your life.
Keep growing my little one. I am doing my part (though the doctor told me I need to eat more and gain more weight) and you seem bigger an more rambunctious every day. Ti amo tesoro!
Mamma