I wanted to jump back to the day last week when we went for the sonogram:
It was a really emotional time. I spoke with Matt Murray today at St. E's and he told me that, a lot like the way we were sorta cool and collected before the wedding and then, at the event, just in awe of the mystical/emotional/amazing gravity of it all, that the birth would be the same way.
I think he's right. The sonogram made me cry and Beck, too. It was really moving to see our son's face for the first time. The ultrasound has a very scifi kind of feel, revealing the outer shape of the baby and slices of his flesh and beneath the skin. I imagined that this was the way a fourth dimensional being would see us - like a god's eye view.
Anyway, it was pretty incredible. We saw our son for the first time. The name Abby Delores doesn't work anymore, of course.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
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I still think you should name him Elizabeth. It's a very noble name. So what if he has to be the butt of jokes in school? You should consider it...
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