Well there it is, a 3D visual of our baby on a tiny doctor screen which just seemed to realistic and simple. The sonographer was a young girl probably mid to late 20's and from her facial expressions, she genuinely enjoyed her job. Staring a tiny unborn babies, had to be a pretty okay job right? (Who doesn't love a little squished baby face) Dylan then said to me, "aww babe, it's so tiny, see we can't be much further than 4 weeks." We knew the size of the baby around the '4 week' mark, all thanks to Mr. GOOGLE, then all of a sudden from the corner of my eye, I see the young sonographer have a huge grin approach one side of her face to the other. Dylan and I standing there, somewhat confused, say to her "What's so funny?." The young lady then says, "umm guys, your 24 weeks pregnant!". blank, blank faces, Dylan and I had. my first thought: "Ummmmmm, sorry what bitch!?" my second thought, "Dayum, I am doing so well at hiding a 24 WEEK!! baby inside me, I aint even fat yet!" neither thought was shared in the room, as you can imagine. 😆 I knew I was calculating, figuring out when I conceived, how far along I will be at the wedding, what month and birth stone the baby will be.... but then I notice Dylan's face, blank, pale, white face, oh God he was one fuking confused male that day!. Then the lady interrupts our silence, thought processing time and say's, "because your so far along, I can tell you the sex" Lauren's other thoughts: the sex of what? we had sex lady, we know! hence why we are here!. Dylan and I were so fuking zoned out at this point, to this day I believe we must of just had our heads agreeing, because then all of a sudden the lady say's. "It's a Boy!" I leave the happy Lauren, the sad Lauren, the confused Lauren, the WTFukingFuck,Fuck,Fuck Lauren, the now just realised I'm pregnant so I'm automatically starving Lauren and most of all the FREAKING THE FUCK OUT LAUREN!! alone and come back down to earth. Dylan then brings his head down towards me and whispers right in front of my face, "Our Boy, to carry on our name." and just smiled at me. The drive home was quiet to say the least, a lot of thinking and slight freaking out from both of us I think. We arrived home and we told my parents, then sister by sister brought in everything they had from their kids that would be helpful to us. I remember Dylan called his dad and let him know the news, our friends were next to tell and were all very happy for us. The planning of the wedding went by extremely fast, our hens and bucks night was meshed together, my parents had hired a huge bar out and had hilarious games about Dylan and I for every guest to play. I was 28 weeks pregnant and still got into my size 8 cocktail dress, I had swollen feet and was enjoying sitting back and watching all our friends and family get loose out of celebration for us. Dylan was very relaxed! he was doing shots with my sisters, skulling beers down with the boys and coming over to rub my belly and make sure I was okay every 10 minutes 😆. I have to tell you, Dylan is a FUN drunk 😂, he gets so relaxed and chilled, he becomes everyones best friend and has "great memories" to share about anyone he is there with 🙄. The night ended at around 1am and thank god, I couldn't entertain or watch drunk people any longer 🤣, it just isn't the same when your completely sober, lol. Dylan had a great night, made heaps of memories, had a great laugh and enjoyed celebrating our pre martial status with our friends and family.
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