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Well....we had our big ultrasound today!

But before I divulge the big news, I will apologize for not posting more frequently. In all honesty, my lack of posting has been due in part to a crazy schedule, and in part to not having very many juicy details to report. I've only gained 2 pounds from my pre-pregnancy weight, and nobody can even tell that I'm preggo; totally lame. If anything, I just look bloated (thus the lack of pictures posted on the blog as well). Gabe got me a pregancy journal that encourages me to take week by week photos of my expanding belly.....oh H-eeeeeeee-ck no. At week 5 when baby was the size of a lima bean, I'm not hanging my winter-belly out in all its glory for the future generations that will chance upon said journal!

But, there was one pretty cool thing that started last week that some of you might have caught on facebook (and by some of you, I mean all of you except for our little rebel Jessie who has stuck it to the man by somehow resisting the temptation of social-networking). I felt the baby move! It was so crazy! At first it felt like gas, and then it felt like my stomach was rumbling (like a massive, starvation rumble) and then I remembered 'hey, I'm pregnant...and that feels different' The moving has become more and more pronounced the past couple days, especially when the OB tech had me covered in jelly and was pushing and poking my tummy like crazy! I could feel the baby evading her jabs.

So...most of you have probably skimmed over the last two paragraphs looking for the big news, saying to yourself 'Taren.....what's your problem? You don't post for months, and now you ramble on and on instead of just getting to the point' So, as long as none of you promise to comment about it on my facebook wall (Jessie, you know I don't mean you) as we are waiting to tell Gabe's family until his Papa's 75th birthday party this weekend I can tell you that it's a BOY! The tech said she was 99.99999999% sure and pointed out his little wee-wee in all its black and white glory from several different angles. She made some comment about it's decent size which Gabe quickly picked up on and repeated to friends several times;)

I have to admit that my heart sunk just a little when she first said it, because I had visions of some really girly outfits and hairdos and frills and lip-gloss, and dress-up days and costume parties, and.......then it all faded when the tech said 'he' looked healthy according to every measurement, and Gabe squeezed my hand so hard and got tears in his eyes, and I realized we'll have a great big brother to watch out for all the girls I'm going to pop out next. The tech also said -no joke- that the baby had some big lips. Screw paternity tests! There's concrete confirmation that Gabe's the daddy!

So, in case I haven't already shared this with all of you, we already know the name. Now that we know he's a 'he' we're excited to welcome Rokstad Dean Davis (Ro, or Rocky for short) at the end of September.

Prepare for more frequent blogs as I'm sure the 2 pound weight gain will get a zero added to it shortly and I'll have some legit fat belly photos to post.

Love you all!