Since my mother and her sister, Mary, didn't have any morning sickness (they had daughters), and my Aunt Linda only had it with her sons, I am assuming we have conceived a boy. If this is so, my husband expects our child to be born with his father's infamous handlebar mustache. Below is a picture paying homage to amazing facial hair. However, Baby Bear's is made of chocolate frosting from the cupcake he was enjoying the other day. Sweet ~ in more ways than one.
I asked the boys I sit for what I should name the baby. Little Bear suggested, "Poop-a-tee," which my husband loved. Henceforth, he has referred to our baby as such.
