Pictures and fun story to come, but today I must wash 12 loads of laundry and do my dishes, go to piano lessons, sew a Christmas costume, and go to a birthday party.

 Here’s a photo of the proud papa in the waiting room before the sonogram.  Just the thought of getting to see his precious baby put him into front flips and handstands. 

My middle son (age 5) said while looking at the sonogram screen, “Well, if we take this baby, there’ll be 6 of us!”  As if we had a choice. 

And my husband said, “Sorry girls, no baby sister this time.”  As if we can always hope again for the future, which warmed my heart.  I’d love to think there may be another some day.