We have the 20 week ultrasound today, and the babby is kicking away in preparation. He/she isn’t the only one: last night A. dreamed about the whole procedure. In it the nurse told him that we were having a baby boy, and then I immediately insisted on naming him Ray. “I just love the name ‘Ray’ so much, we have to do it,” I told him.
Which is news to him and me both. I can only assume the universe is telling him this because Franklin has been found:
And Ray 1 or Ray 2 is tagging along in the universal wake. Awwwww, better go rewatch some Due South!
I am curious to see how the sex question turns out. A. has had some prescient dreams in the past. To be continued!