We did not decide what to name him until he was born, so Baby Boy Z was how we referred to him after this date. Graham, Jack, and the name we ended up picking were definitely our favorites, but toward the end we entertained the name Denver, which is still one of my favorites. I think that would be best for a little girl though, and we could call her Denny.
He always had his arms up near his face during the ultrasounds, and he still enjoys that. To this day he manages to scratch his face even when I am sure I got all of the ragged edges of his nails. It is so hard to believe that this is him, and now he is here and he is so perfect. It feels so long ago that this ultrasound was done and I was feeling him move inside my belly. Life with him is so surreal. It often feels like my life is happening to someone else! How can I have this healthy baby, who we created out of thin air who grew inside me and is now learning to crawl and explore the world. How is this possible? What did I do to deserve something so perfect and wonderful in my life? This has to be someone else's life that I am intruding on, for I cannot figure out what I did to deserve someone who loves me so much, and accepts my love in return. He has changed my life and made me a better person.
