Well..... I have been known to be wrong. I have been wrong for the past 2o weeks.... because.... WE ARE HAVING A BOY!!! :) We had our ultrasound done today (though I am not going to post this until tomorrow). It was so exciting and suspenseful and I could not sleep ALL LAST NIGHT! I kept thinking.... Football practice or ballet lessons? Now, I know. I am very, very, very excited.... yes.... I thought it was a girl, and have been calling him by his "girl name" since Day 1. The only disappointment I have is that I will have to wait to use my wonderful girl name. :)

After the appointment, Austin and I were looking at all the ultrasound pictures in disbelief, and Austin said "I just can't tell what they are looking at when they say he is a boy." Then, I showed him this picture... and pointed out a certain little part. Austin got the biggest smile on his face and said, "Look at that! He is huge!" haha. After that I have never seen such a proud father before in my life.

Right after my appointment too I called my little sister, Molly.... who is also pregnant, with they very same due date, March 21st. Molly had her ultrasound appointment early in the morning and had been keeping the sex of her baby a secret until I found out what I was having.... sure enough.... our identical pregnancies continue... because she is having a boy too!! I am so excited to go through the same things with my sister!!!

At lunch Austin & I (still in disbelief) were talking about what it would be like to raise a BOY... when this whole time we were so SURE he was a girl..... Austin started to get really excited about having him in baseball with his cousin.... and then got even more excited when he talked about how him & John (Molly's husband) could be the baseball coaches. I think Austin is a little more excited than he let on about having a boy. :)

So.... now it is time to paint the guest bedroom blue and start registering for firetrucks instead of Barbies.... :)

Here are some more pictures of our little boy bundle of joy!

A face & neck shot
A face shot

A feet shot,

And of course, another penis shot!!! :)

This One's for Bridget.....

I've always been a competitive person.... I am not quite sure where this trait came from.... but it is definitely there. I think I have to credit most of my competitiveness to my brother, Willy. Willy is just one year older than me, and we grew up doing many of the same things, in many of the same classes, and competing against each other in sports.

This is a picture of my brother and his bride, Erin.

Well now, all throughout school I remember getting back report cards and Willy & I comparing.... and then walking around the house flexing our arms, saying "4.0" in a 'tough' voice. If one of us did not make the 4.0, we made sure the other one knew. In elementary school our gym teacher chose team captains one time by "who had the longest fingernails" It was quite weird with me & my brother having teams that were against each other. Anyways.... what I am trying to get at is I have always been competitive. I wish I were not so competitive... but I guess in some ways (grades) it is good.... but this blog is about how it has gotten the better end of me...

You see, a couple months ago I was on Facebook (which I am on quite often).... and I became "friends" with many of Austin's extended family. They played this stupid little game called FarmVille. I would always get these stupid updates about lost cows, harvesting crops, and leveling up. I finally put all these FarmVille updates to "ignore" and went along my business. However.... One day while I was sick at home.... Austin's Aunt Becky emailed me that she wanted to be my "neighbor" on FarmVille. What the heck?!? I had nothing better to do in-between my trips to the bathroom vomiting....

This was the biggest mistake of my life. It started out just wasting time for the afternoon. But, I had planted crops.... and they wouldn't be ready to "harvest" until the next day..... I was forced to get on the next day and "harvest" my crops and "milk" my cows.... It became an obsession. I had to level up, I had to have the best farm, I had to plan everything around when my crops would be ready for harvest...... because we all know I didn't want them all to wither and die. That is a big waste of my fake FarmVille money. Pretty soon I could not hide my obsession any longer. I totally understood Aunt Becky asking me to be my neighbor, because I was asking everyone. When my family came to visit, I would have to jump on the computer really fast to make sure my crops were doing okay.... and see how close I was to beating someone else. One of Austin's friends was my biggest competitor.... he had such a high score... but it was nothing for me.... I was on a mission to beat him. Soon enough, I did. It became strategy... Now.... my score is much higher than any of my neighbors.... but I still can't find the courage to delete the application.

Look at my Farm here.... it is beautiful. All my trees, crops (melons, peas, onions are what I am growing currently), horses, pigs, goats, cows and even elephants! (Yes.... I think the FarmVille inventors are running out of ideas.... having Elephants now available to collect "circus peanuts" from...)

This has become a topic of recent conversation with my family. They cannot believe that I like such a game... and that I am so addicted. I don't even like the game anymore.... I just can't bear the thought of someone else beating me at it. It controls my life. My sister, Bridget, even joined a fan club entitled, "People Against Playing FarmVille."

One day, my FarmVille neighbors, you may find that I moved out of the neighborhood......