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We're Having a.....

Let's see if I can give you the statistics here:

If you go by the month I am due, I should be having a girl. All the girls so far are summer babies.

If you go by how easy or difficult the newborn has been, I should be having a boy. They have been fussy, then happy. Therese was very happy and easy-going.

If you look at birth order, I should be having a boy. There is Sophie, and then after that, it has been a girl followed by a boy every time.

A mother just has that feeling sometimes that lets her know before science ever can. If you go by that "feeling", I should be having a boy.

Tony has a boy's name picked out that I do not care for in the slightest.

I have a lovely girl's name picked out.

Given all that information, it should come as no surprise that this little baby is......






A BOY!

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  1. SuzanneApril 2, 2012 at 3:59 PM

    HOORAY! What a handsome little fella! That is one terrific in utero photo of him, too! There's still plenty of time to change Tony's mind on the name! ;) I hope this little guy utterly destroys the pattern on easy vs tough newborns!

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  2. RebekahApril 2, 2012 at 4:17 PM

    Wonderful! I LOVE the picture, how absolutely amazing! Congratulations!!!

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  3. Jamie JoApril 2, 2012 at 4:26 PM

    OH, look at him!!! Yay!!! Congratulations!!!

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  4. Maggie @ From the HeartApril 2, 2012 at 4:52 PM

    How fun and yay for boys!

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  5. midwestmom3April 2, 2012 at 7:21 PM

    Oh so sweet!! Congratulations!!!

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  6. ElisaApril 6, 2012 at 2:52 PM

    Yay!! Congratulations!! Haha, we always have girls names but have trouble with boys names...go figure! Bless you and the baby.

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