The news came as somewhat of a surprise to us. We had stopped preventing it, but didn't expect it to happen so quickly. On August 19th, Becky was going to a Bachelorette party where there was going to be a lot of drinking, so she took a pregnancy test as a precaution. She came out of the bathroom holding the test with a dumbfounded expression on her face. As soon as I discerned the cause of her shock, I gave her a big hug and then proceeded to dance around.
We had tried to keep it a secret initially, but her friends at the party quickly deduced that all of her drinks were mixer-only. We broke the news to most of our friends and family by having Kyla tell them that "there's a baby in Mommy's tummy."
I've been asked several times if I'm hoping for a boy this time, and I'm not sure how to answer. On one hand, it would be nice to have the experience of raising a boy; on the other raising a girl is so wonderful that I don't mind doing it twice, though that feeling may change during the teenage years. Regardless of the sex, we have an interim name for the baby: Fetie.
I was so eager during Becky's pregnancy with Kyla that the wait felt like torture, especially the last week of it which was past the due date. This time I hope it goes by faster since being a parent to Kyla consumes so much time and I can enjoy her instead of dwelling on the excitement to come. Perhaps this new addition will be the first member of our family to have a laid-back personality.

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