We're team . . .

Green.





But not in a baby's-legs-were-crossed way, I just don't particularly care for too much of the BLUE gear out there.  That's right, and believe me, my jaw hit the floor.

Mr. Coyote Rain is a perfect little boy who had no problem displaying his goods each of the four times I made the ultrasound tech double-check.  >.<

I can honestly say, I was not a happy camper when we found this out.  And I may or may not have cried for about five hours.  Partly out of disappointment, partly out of guilt (I've been referring to the baby as a she for, like, TWENTY WEEKS now!  I feel so bad for him!) and partly out of sheer fear and panic.

What the hell do you do with a boy?  And with his little thingy?  What if people think it's incredibly inappropriate that I don't want to circumcise and will therefore have to pull on it a bit to clean the wee out during diaper changes?  What if my plans for extended breastfeeding cause him to grow up terribly confused about boundaries with women?  What if I break him?  What if he hates me cause he knows that I wanted a girl?

Well, after sobbing alot, threatening to just give him up for adoption because I'm sure that he already hates me anyway, yelling at my stomach about why he didn't give me little boy dreams (and wtf is up with this extended morning sickness?  Doesn't he know that little boys aren't supposed to make you sick?) and having extended discussions with some of my very best e-friends, I sure am feeling better.

We even got to stop by Jo-Ann's and pick up a bit of yarn (tax-deductable now that I have an etsy shop open) in some boy colors (I was really convinced it was a girl and completely unprepared to make cute little boy things) and six little letters.  C-O-Y-O-T-E.

This was not all bought today, but the yarn and letters were.  We also have his little crib, a vibratey bouncer thing, a boppy and oodles of clothes.  Although, I do have quite a bit of girly clothes that will need to be packed away for baby number two.

And here is the most important picture from the ultrasound today:

Now he has no reason to go into the porn industry. Mama was one step ahead in plastering his naughty bits all over the interwebs!!