It has been a whole week of knowing your gender now, a week of being able to call you a he, Mr. G rather than Baby G. But it’s taking more practice than I was anticipating I think. Sure I was team yellow because either gender is terrifying to me, it has been pretty amazing hearing all the good that follows little boys. My favorite came from one of my best friends “you like Star Wars and stuff so this will be fun for you.” Currently approaching 21 weeks which would make it officially over half way to meeting Mr. G, that fact is way more nerve wracking than what gender you were. But I have been looking forward to this 20th week, my doctor told me I should be able to start feeling you around 19 or 20 weeks. So 20 weeks was the week and I could finally feel you little man. Just as active as you were in both ultrasounds, so now when I’m feeling you I just imagine the ultrasounds and watching you. That first night I pushed around and waited a bit past my bed time, but these moments are the moments I never thought possible. So I will be soaking in these fleeting moments and staying awake past bedtime trying to guess where next I will feel your little self move again. God is good and I haven’t been reminded so often before.