And the winner is...

I have always known, before we even knew we were pregnant, that Clark's brother's name was Harry. I used to dream of Harry, I saw his face, I held his little body...I knew we needed to have a little brother for Clark. We were not entirely sure we were ready to have a new baby, especially with Clark still being so young. But we couldn't get rid of the nagging in our hearts, we knew he was waiting for us. So we tired...and well I think you all know what happened.
During the excitement of realizing we were pregnant again, I kind-of forgot about Little Harry. He was always there in the back of my mind...but I was day dreaming about a little girl. I am not the happiest pregnant lady...I get hot, moody and fat! I hate to waddle and peeing 100 times a day. It is not something I enjoy wholeheartedly. I was imaging how nice it would be to have a girl, complete our family...and never be pregnant again! The more the baby grew, and the more I vomited up every meal I ate, the more I wanted it to be a girl. During our first ultrasound I was so anxious. In my heart I knew already, but my head was saying something different. When the technician said it was a boy, I was overwhelmed. All the dreams came rushing back to me, all the conversations I had with Jason about our little boy...I was not surprised. I just laid there and thought...of-course, we already knew that.
Now, even though I knew his name was Harry...I had to convince Jason. He wouldn't stop teasing me that it was after Harry Potter (I promise it is NOT...well, maybe like 37%). He couldn't see it. He liked Markus (I know, he has never been able to spell). I tired to give other names a chance...I love the name Sawyer A LOT, and Christian had always been on the very top of my list for boy names...but no matter how much I tried, nothing felt right. I tried to remind him about the dreams, we argued....I told him I felt it in my heart, soul, uterus...he wouldn't give up. I pleaded, I cried (damn hormones)...and then finally I just waited. We stopped talking about it, I knew sooner or later he would get it. I wasn't just playing, I was serious.
The other day we had our last conversation. He finally agreed! He said he is still not super crazy about it, but he understands now. I think he was trying to raise my spirits after a bad week, but I am not forgetting that he caved and agreed.
So, in just about 80 days we will finally get to meet our little boy. Harrison William, my little Harry. The middle name, William, is in honor of my Grandpa, Great-Grandpa (Packy, we used to call him) my Dad (he is my hero and my rock) and brother BJ. They are all named William. I am so excited. Jason is thrilled, he told me the other day he can't wait until the house is filled with kids, and our family. Clark is going to be so happy.

And it is going to be so nice when I don't have some little baby kicking my ribs, and jumping on my bladder.