It's a boy! Wait?

Me being the overly anxious, impatient woman that I am had to know what gender I was having immediately. I had it set up with my doctor to do a little after fourteen weeks. Much to my disappointment, she said no. Cue the mad rush for me to DUMP that doctor and find  new one. Just kidding. I didn't really dump her for that. I dumped her for other things. She was just not prepared to handle the big mess that is Amanda. She made my pregnancy miserable from the moment I met her. Moving on.... During my search for a doctor, my mom and sister found Stork Vision. They can tell as early as 15 weeks. So, I lied a little on my paperwork and saw her despite being 14 weeks 3 days.

*I'm going to give a little plug to the Stork Vision in Chandler. The owner was SO sweet and knowledgable. She has so much experience and could tell immediately. I highly recommend her. The prices aren't bad at all. I'll definitely be back for fun.*

The place is small and calm and the GEL WAS WARM. It was awesome. She put that bad boy on me and it took her about five seconds and she said "Do you see it?" We both said no. Then she calmly said, "It is a boy!"

It is well known that I have five nieces. Not a boy in the gang. I was completely expecting a girl. I think that I sort of heard girl when she said it. Of course, I was crying already. Just seeing him makes me cry. Actually, it doesn't even take that. I just need to hear his heartbeat to fall to pieces.

Hearing boy was more than overwhelming. I never preferred one sex over the other, but I know my family did. Everyone wanted a boy! But hearing it was so surreal. I was shocked. It was so exciting.

Then the fear set it... I've helped raise two little girls while they lived with me. I've been nearby for the raising of the other three. I have raising little girls down to a science. I've even entered the puberty stage of one of my unbiological babies! What do I know about boys? I know they are a lot more hyper. I know they pee everywhere and have trouble potty training. I know they love their Mama more than anything for so long. What do boys even wear? I won't have to pay for his wedding! Will he be shy like his dad? I hope he doesn't have my big, arrogant mouth; it'll get him in trouble. Wait, trouble? I'll have my brothers teach him to fight. Is my husband going to take him hunting? What if he gets shot!? I really hope he doesn't get my nose... or his dad's. Will my house always be messy? One time, his dad skinned a rabbit and rubbed the brains all over it to help make the hide dry better. I can't walk out to that!



It took about ten seconds of genuine terror for me to realize I don't need to stress. It'll come naturally. It will be magical. It will be perfect. The best part... my sisters have no idea what to do with boys so they can't interject their opinions! (I had no experience at 12, when Kaylee was born. Technically, I still have no experience, but they get my opinion anyway.) I'll enjoy every minute of it.

Here he is, rubbing his eyes. I'm assuming he is tired because his Mama is so overwhelming. I stress about him a lot. I poke him a lot too.

In true Rios fashion, his head is measuring a week ahead. 

That is my little stinker! He is perfect. Eric and I just cannot wait for this journey to begin.