Most normal people get extremely excited when they get, like, a DVD or some random gadget they got off EBay. Me? I'm like "YES, MY GRACO COMFORTSPORT CAR SEAT IS HERE!!" We now have both our car seats - a red UGA Britax Roundabout and the new Graco...and I imagine that means NOTHING to you.

Well, Ethan has a Graco ComfortSport, and I think he looks so comfy in it. I prefer going with the tried-and-true. Plus it has the best customer reviews (and costs $80 as opposed to $220 for a Britax - I only got it because I had a gift card that would cover it). I found that the ComfortSport got discontinued or something because I could no longer find it on Babies R Us, and there were very few dealers on GracoBaby.com. So I had to bite the bullet and just buy it now before I couldn't get it anywhere else. I was very surprised that Graco took away their 5lb.+ car seat.

So Baby Boy Garland is now all set for a car trip. Whenever I get anything for the baby, I just can't wait to put the baby in it. Besides, it is way more important to have a car seat than a name, right?

You can disregard my last post about not telling the name...had it been a girl, we might have kept it secret since everyone knew the name. We're able to keep the name a secret now even if you do know that it is a boy.

Finding out is a weird feeling. The doctor is trying to find the right angle that will tell you, which isn't as easy as just putting it there and seeing what you see...the baby's constantly moving and turning differently. So he's looking for it and telling us to say what we think it is. Then Andy says "I think that's a boy" based on a split-second image that was quickly lost. Meanwhile, I know what to look for for a boy, and I learned at some point something about "three lines" for a girl. I don't know what these three lines look like, but I thought I might have seen them. Then the doctor is just like, "there it is, that's a boy." And there it is, your life has just changed completely. Not that a boy or girl will be loved more or less, but the statement "it's a boy" says so much more: "you don't have to pay for a wedding," "you don't have to worry about your child getting knocked up," "you're going to have a dirty little kid running around playing in mud," "you will have to change your baby's diapers very quickly so he does not pee in his face," etc., etc.

I didn't realize until I found out that it's a boy just how much I was already thinking of him in terms of being a girl. Sure, we joked by me calling it a "she" and Andy a "he," but apparently I had this strong (and grossly incorrect) instinct that it was a girl. I didn't realize till now that whenever I thought about driving to the beach with a baby in the back seat, I subconsciously saw a girl. Whenever I thought about bringing the baby to the pool, I saw a girl. Etc., etc. Now, I just have to change my thinking completely and recondition myself to see a boy in my future. I love him very much. It's weird to be able to put a little more personality to the baby. I picture this little baby with blond spiked hair like his daddy. I for some reason think he is going to look like Andy more than me, probably based on the ultrasounds.

The doctor tried to get an image of his face, and we did see it for a split second. For that split second, I believe I saw Andy. But then the baby punched straight at us and turned around. It was pretty funny.

Anywho...now the quest for a name. I'm not a big Top Ten person, really. I like names that appear on the Top 100, but more between 51 and 100 so that it's not extremely common but not completely unheard of.

We shall see!