Joe couldn't make it to the doctor's appointment, but we wanted to find out the baby's gender so the ultrasound tech aimed the shot and told me take a guess - it was pretty obvious. I wasn't too surprised - I kind of had a feeling it was a boy, just a sense I had. But Joe was thrilled; at first he didn't even believe me. I guess after Gabbie and Marlo, he just assumed that he produced girls. So, he was really excited. And I'm excited too! I didn't have a preference either way.
I had reasons why I wanted a boy and reasons why I wanted a girl. I knew Joe wanted a boy, so I wanted that for him. I also thought that if we had a boy he would at least have some chance of being buddies with Liam, four years younger but not ages apart. Also for my cloth diaper obsession I wanted a boy so I could get some boyish prints as well. But I thought it would be really special for Marlo to have a sister so close in age. And I could dress them up in look-alike outfits!!! Presh! Also, I would be able to put Marlo and a sister in the same room. I think that Liam and the baby will be too many years apart to share a room. I mean four years is a large developmental difference. What 13 year old wants his 9 year old little brother in his room...I don't though....I guess I could put Marlo and the baby (when he's old enough and sleeping through the night) in the same room and just make it gender neutral. But that would only be when they are younger. We have more rooms, but I don't want to lose our guest room. Once the baby is ready to be in a crib, I will just put a crib in our office. It's off of our master bedroom and is very quiet - no one goes back there so it will be perfect for a sleeping baby.
And as for Marlo walking, well, it's about TIME!!! Gosh! It just felt like she'd never do it. I knew she was so close but she's been so close for so long. It was just amazing to see her up and moving. And she was loving it. She had this look in her eyes that she was doing something big, really big. She took about 5 steps a few times in a row in the late afternoon and before she went to bed she was taking about 11-12 steps in a row. I'm just so proud of her. I guess it means so much more to me since she's struggled with moving from the very beginning. It was adorable how excited Liam got when she started walking. We were both beside ourselves. These are the moments that make me thankful for being at home. These are the moments I don't want to miss. I posted some cute video clips of her walking below.
