You who know us well thought sure we'd pick another cracker when we got pregnant again, something like Ritz or Graham or Cheezit. But, alas, this time around we have a beautiful, smart, wonderful, amazing daughter who did the naming for us.
So, allow me to introduce that ten week bulge in my belly. That one's name is Pondegore.
That name is all Alla's creation.
And she's pretty protective, too. Like today when we went to the doctor again and the midwife whipped out the doppler and Alla said, What are you doing? And then proceeded to lay on my belly while the kind midwife searched for Pondegore's racing heartbeat.
Perhaps the laying helped. It was 180 beats per minute.
So, since we Killins' are not finder-outers, let the guessing begin. Girl or boy?