One, Two, Three Lines

So I had a follow-up ultrasound this morning for a "low lying placenta" found at my five month ultrasound. Yes, in the game of who has the most issues with pregnancy, I win! This is just one of four concerns I am praying over. According to the tech, it looks like this one may have resolved which goes to show everyone out there who says I'm "soooo tiny!" that my uterus has indeed grown and moved my placenta upward. Another indication of my ever-expanding body is that my maternity pants are tighter so even my little non-butt has grown. But unlike Sir Mixalot, I do not like big butts and I cannot lie.

Fortunately, if we didn't have this undesirably placed placenta I wouldn't have had another opportunity to ask if our baby is a boy or a girl. I thought having to tell everyone that I was waiting until he was born to find out if Eli was a boy or a girl was a let down. Turns out, having to tell everyone that I tried to find out for them what Baby #3 was but was unsuccessful is even more of a disappointment for people. Well, the tech said she couldn't see "any boy parts" and instead showed me a hamburger so the door is still open for a baby girl. I still have doubts that Kwang has it in him to produce a girl, so we'll see. Jude still thinks it's a girl, but all the kids in my Sunday School class think it's a boy. We all think what we think but as my grandmother reminded me last week, "God knows and provides what's best for us." Having two boys in a row is more than a handful I can seem to handle with any form of gracefulness, but I have to agree with her when I look at my Eli. I wouldn't want him to be anything other than the yummy little boy that he is:

Even when he looks like this:

What? You thought I'd just end with the angelic picture like a normal parent? I can't help it. My finger, it just keeps clicking.