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Make way for Baby E.C.D!


*Note:  Notice that Wyatt has passed on his chin and head to this baby.

Well, today we had our second trimester ultrasound and officially found out the baby's gender.  Ladies and gentlemen, make way for this bundle of joy, Baby E.!

There's so much in the name...

E-__-__-__ was my sister, Angela's nickname growing up and C-__-__-__-__-__-__ is Wyatt's Grandma Gloria's maiden name.  At first we thought Peyton E. or Peyton C. would make sense.  However, we couldn't decide which middle name to go with, so we opted to push Peyton out completely and go with E. C. D.!

It's not that we hope this kid will be exactly like those women she's named after (although that's not such a bad thing), but we wanted the name to mean something.  For Wyatt, I'm sure he'll always have fond memories of his grandmother every time he looks at her.  For me, I'll have hopes that my daughter will hold my sister as a role model, just as I did.  If I could call anyone my hero, it would be my sister.  (I'm also secretly hoping Ella will be just as well behaved as my sister).  : P

As for Wyatt's grandmother, well, that's pretty special for me as well.  Despite having never met Wyatt's grandmother (she died a few months before Wyatt and I started dating), I already feel a special bond with her.  While dating, Wyatt always told me stories of growing up, many stories containing vivid memories of his Grandma Gloria.  So, some time before we got married, on one of our trips to Yreka, we visited her grave and Wyatt gave some formal introductions.  Every trip we make to Yreka, Wyatt and I make every effort to visit her grave, pray for her, and replace her flowers.  Although I've never met her, I do feel very connected to her...even more now that my own daughter will carry her name.

We've officially added to the growing number of baby girls in both our families!  Just a little over 4 months until we meet this baby!

God Bless,
Kat

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