Himmher

Today we had our 12wk check for #2. We've been looking forward to hearing the heartbeat and knowing for sure that I am not just imagining being pregnant. (Funny, isn't thinking that you could be crazy a sign that you are not? Add hormones in there and life becomes much more fun.)

So, here we are in the doctor's office, with the Doppler, waiting to hear the telltale "whoosh-whoosh" sound we all know and love....and he keeps looking. My heart immediately did the 1000 story plummet and I start to pray and breathe deep. I thought I was holding it together, but my blue lips must have been a flag since our doctor told his nurse to get the portable ultrasound.

If you did not know, I do not have a poker face. It has been years since I have had to come to terms with this lack. Actually, I now get to update my resume. I, according to Brian, had a perfect poker face settle as I was waiting for him to find the heartbeat. Yeah, new skill.

Anyway, we got to see #2...him-her looks good. My new due date (yep, I still need to learn to count or have a body that actually does things on time) is Sept. 7.

As soon as we figure out why our scanner does not work, we will upload the pics.

We've been trying to decide what to call #2. We don't know gender, so the usual pronouns can't really be used. And...we did not want to use "it" or name them after some edible object. We thought about different combinations of the male and female gender, but she-male has a whole group of connotations that we did not like. So, in honor of the man* that apparently anyone in Utah county must worship, we are using "himmher."

*If you have no idea who we are talking about, google Jimmer Fredette.