It's a boy! Wait...what?

For those that haven't heard, it's true. Our little girl that we have been expecting for the past 7 months or so turned out to be a boy. Guess that's what we get for trusting our ultrasound tech when she says she's 95% sure our baby is a girl. Needless to say, next time around we will make sure that percentage is a little higher. Or get another ultrasound instead of just one.

It all started last Tuesday, the 16th. We went to the doctor for a check-up, since Jer was now 2 days overdue. Jer's blood pressure was a little high so the doctor decided to induce her now rather than wait a few more days and end up with her having more serious issues. So we went to Wendy's for lunch, grabbed our stuff and dropped the puppies of at grandma's. We got to the hospital around 1 pm and they induced her around 1:30. We kicked it in our suite for the next few hours, waiting for the doctor to come over once he finished work at his office.

Around 6 pm the doctor came and broke her water, at which point the contractions became a little more real. Fortunately she didn't have to wait too long until she got her epidural, maybe an hour or so. She says that was the worst part. The anesthesiologist had a hard time finding the right spot, but once he did she was fine. Even had a nap. Around 12:30 am they called the doctor back over and the show started. I'll leave it at that. I got a little queasy but managed to say nothing about it and remain on my feet the whole time.

Jer only had to push about half an hour and then our baby came out into the world. The whole time we are all saying things like "There's her head" or "She's almost here". Once the baby came out the doctor said "Here she is!" and then one of the nurses happened to notice something the rest of us missed. She yelled "It's a boy!"

At that point the whole room was laughing and making comments, one of the nurses outside poked her head in to see what all the commotion was about. We thought it was pretty funny, especially since we've been joking that this would happen. We were all ready for a girl, clothes all hung up or put in drawers, even had a name for her. That took us a good 9 months too, so imagine the fun we've had this last week trying to come up with a boy name that we like.

We made our decision this morning, just in time because the hospital was about to send off all our paperwork with his name as Baby Densley. We joked around with some names, but we finally picked one we like. His name is Trace Bryan Densley. We still put some humor int hat choice because his initials are now T.B.D.

Here are a few pictures of the new addition to our family, we love the little guy! And thanks to all that have called, texted, emailed or come over, we love knowing that we have so much support.

Moose meeting Trace for the first time.

Trace apparently smiling for the camera.

Trace at the hospital, sleeping in his little cart.

Holding my finger while the nurses check him out.


All wrapped up and handed off to dad.

What did you do?!

Genius moment of my life, number 3,965,256,497. Here's how it happened: early last saturday morning, Jer is preparing her group piano lesson for her students, I am awake wandering about the house and notice a sink of dishes. I decide to be a good husband and take care of the dishes. I finish loading the dishes into the dishwasher and grab the nearest bottle of dish soap. It briefly crossed my mind that this soap was not the usual liquid soap that we have put into the dishwasher. But, being the groggy-minded morning person I can sometimes be, I convince myself that it will be fine because I've used this soap in the sink to wash dishes many times. Genius moment 3,965,256,498, I know.

I press start and walk away, thinking that I could go read one of my books to kill some time. After reading for a bit I decide that I need a drink. Walking into the kitchen, I discover this:

My first reaction to this scene is shock. How did I manage to do that? I've done the dishes many times and this never happened before. My mind could not quite grasp what was going on yet. I laughed a bit and then realized that the floor was not only covered in bubbles, but water and I had better do something before it gets worse. Do what? I had no idea so I started yelling for Jer and jumping on the floor to get her attention (she was downstairs on the computer).

At this point my mind starts to slowly realize that to clean up a mess like this, I would need some towels. So I run up to the second floor and grab all the towels I can, all the while still yelling for Jer to come help me. As she comes out of the basement, a load of towels lands on the floor next to her, thrown from the balcony above. Needless to say, I had her attention. After grabbing some more towels I ran back down to the main level and picked up all the towels, then took Jer into the kitchen and pointed at what I had done.

She immediately asks if I used the concentrated dish soap. I hung my head a bit and said yes. Being the good wife she is she just shoke her head and laughed, then got down on the tile and began to help me clean up the mess. I spent the next 10 minutes sitting in front of that dishwasher as I ran a few rinse cycles to get the rest of the bubbles out. Good times. And any day now I will have a baby girl to take care of...