Okay people. The big day=tomorrow. Ultrasound day! I'm starting to realize how hard it will be to NOT find out what we are having. On one hand, this is DEFINITELY my last baby. {With that profound statement comes a lulling peace} and so this is the only time in my life I will ever have the pleasure of experiencing a surprise. It doesn't matter, because I already have one of each. On the other hand, the little devil Ashley on my shoulder is saying "You won't bond as much with the baby. You will forever call it "it." You were already surprised, and now this will be the icing on the cake. Your redheaded stepchild. The Harry Potter to your Aunt Petunia. Flowers in the Attic...So on and so forth.
So, for those of you who have been surprised before, did you find it a completely different experience? I need info now, peeps. D-day=tomorrow! Spill it!
On another note, Aiden is now all kinds of "commando" in his big boy undies. FINALLY WEARING THEM. He had his first real accident today in five days of cold turkey. We had just gotten home and he let lose in the playroom only to cover it up with the little people pirate ship he was pushing around on the floor. I asked him why he'd hidden it from me, and he responded with an "I'm sorry." Kinda hard for me to be mad at the little guy when he really is trying...on another note, still no poopy on said potty. Aiden=terrified. Someone actually recommended laxatives. I'm so not doing that to my kid. advice?
I need feedback, so write away. In the meantime, I'm going to drown my sorrows in a big glass of milk and some double stuff oreos.