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We caved, and found out.
The name is back to...John "Jack" Fox Paulson Tate- the name we originally agreed on way back when before we were even engaged. No '-adams' or 'Ebenenzer.'
We have time to change our minds, but he's going to be called Jack no matter what. Maybe we could name another son, be we so blessed, Adams Ebenezer, and be like another family I know....

My due date has been moved to June first from the thirteenth, so I am officially 22 weeks along- I jumped an exciting week and a half closer to meeting the baby...but I enjoy the journey.
I have a picture of my belly, from the side and cloth-ed, but Josh is actually working at his work computer. I will have to sneak away at bath-time and post it up!

And just so you know...I am VERY happy and excited to be having another boy. Josh actually wanted a boy, and I don't know if I could be more or less happy if this was a girl, but I love knowing what to call our newest one. Did that make sense? Hmm....

Comments

abigail said…
Hip, hip! Don't you just love that little boy!
Christina said…
Yay! Due on my birthday! Congrats on the little boy :)

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