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We had our ultrasound today! The baby, despite my desires, will not be named Anita, because that is not a nice name for a boy- so Bradley Bull he is, most likely, and a rather shy little guy, curled up with his face toward my back.

What a wonderful thing it is to see our baby moving inside of me- to feel a kick and see the movement that produced it! I have loved every one of our children before I have seen them, and have no doubt that even if we had no ultrasound, I would still meet each one at birth as one meets a very dear, long-lost, friend...but the joy and love that wells in my heart when I see the tiny limbs, the tiny fingers, the tiny heart beating...wonderful, glorious, a gift from God, without a doubt.

I thought about praying for a girl- and for twins- but realized that what I wanted most of all was a healthy baby...and praise God! My prayers are answered. I can't wait to get to know baby Bradley as he grows.

Comments

Sandy said…
Yeah yeah yeah! Yeah for a healthy, beautiful 'nother Tateling. I love you and your young ones, even those yet unborn. He's perfect, Sarah.
Annie said…
I am so excited- just to KNOW- is exciting. to have a name-most likely, to be able to pray gender-specifically.
And to see his little curled up body!
Yeahhh!!!!
God bless you and baby boy!
abigail said…
Praise God, indeed! I loved coming here to find a little black and white image of your boy, so small and sweet. Hurrah!

Happy on top of happy for you all!

And I'll be the same when those twin girls make their appearance on here someday... :)
sarah said…
Hahahahahaha!
jen said…
Congratulations!! I would say poor Lucy, but I have a feeling she has no problem holding her own. I am so happy for the new little Tate!
Tricia said…
You have such wonderful children...I look forward to the next Tate with much anticipation.
MomZup said…
I too vote for twin girls!!!
Jenn said…
Yahoooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!

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