Baby?

This week we had our ultrasound. Ally found the process to be incredibly boring and was more interested in playing with my sunglasses. Matt looked at the ultrasound and told me, "It's either a girl or a very under-developed boy." And he was right. The first part. It's another girl. I was/am shocked. I thought for sure it would be a boy considering how different this pregnancy has been compared to last time. And now we're back to square one: We have NO girl names we can agree on. None. I have lists of boy names, but I've never had any girl names. I just assumed with all the boys in my family and all the boys in Matt's family, we'd need more male names handy. (And no, we can't use our boy names for girls. Blaine just doesn't work for a girl).

My mom got busy pointing out all the good things about having a girl:
"Ally will have someone to play with."
"And fight with. And pull each other's hair."
"Two words: Matching outfits."
"Two words: Matching attitudes. I'll have 2 teenage girls hating me at the same time and there will be more of them than me."

But in the spirit of matching outfits:


And although I am embracing my fatness this pregnancy, I still try to workout a couple times a week because it makes me feel better and prevents another emotional breakdown. Ally likes to do yoga with me:




...until it turns into a wrestling match. (This is why I prefer to workout at the gym):