I am being bombarded with questions.
"How are you feeling?" (Great. Only tired with some back pain. But other than that, fabulous.)
"When is your due date again?" (September 9)
"Are you happy it's a boy?" (Of course! I've always wanted a boy first.)
"What colors are you doing in the nursery?" (This is a surprise. I'll show you when it's done, though I'm not 100% positive on my choice yet.)
"Have you felt the baby kick?" (For the first time on Saturday night. Most magical thing ever.)
And about a million more.
The questions don't bother me, a bit redundant, but no big deal.
And here's the most common one:
"Do you have names picked out yet?"
And here is my answer:
No, we don't.
We have ONE name picked out.
And we are positive about it.
Want to know what the little guy's name will be?
But first, let me show you some of the stuff we have accumulating.
From Grandma 1 (my mom):
From Grandma 2 (Jess's mom):
From Mom (yes, that's me):
And baby's first pair of shoes (from me):
Now for the name....
Yes, our little Ry Guy.
We love the name and it holds special meaning for us (no, not just because the MIDDLE name is after his daddy...)