Years ago before Dallas and I were ever thinking seriously about having children, we somehow discovered that we both liked the name Spencer.Â We arrived at that conclusion so easily without needing to scour baby name books or ask opinions from everyone we met what names they liked.
Then we got pregnant for the first time.Â We were sure it was a boy.
We went to the ultrasound.Â “A girl,” he said.Â A GIRL?!Â How could this be?Â Does mother’s intuition mean nothing these days?
By this time, Dallas and I had moved into our new condo.Â We had been calling the extra bedroom “Spencer’s room.”Â After deciding that we couldn’t in good conscience call our daughter Spencer, we began discussing girl names.Â We pulled out the baby name books and found we had a really hard time liking ANY girl names…much less both liking the same one.
Finally we settled on Brooke.Â And that is how Brooke came to be.
A little while after Brooke was born, we decided to expand our family.Â This time we were pretty sure we were having a girl.Â The ultrasound confirmed our suspicions.Â We were really excited to have two little girls.Â We had visions of our girls growing up as best friends, playing together, and wearing matching dresses.
The only downside to this was the need to once again choose a girl name.Â If this was hard the first time, it proved nearly impossible the second time.Â We waited until she was born, looked her over, and finally deemed her a Caroline.Â I’m glad we did; I love her name.
Pregnant once again.Â This pregnancy feels totally different from the other two.Â I have symptoms I’ve never had before, as well as an absence of some of my previous symptoms.
Could it be?Â A boy?Â I cautiously thought so.
Last week brought us once again into the ultrasound room.Â The very first image appeared.Â I didn’t even need the technician to tell me.
We are getting our Spencer.