Snips, Snails, and Puppy Dog Tails...

We've talked with many of you, but felt a formal post was in order - It's a BOY!

Our appointment was bright and early on Tuesday! We walked in promptly at 8:00, and did our best to pass the time in the waiting room "reading" (we were both too excited to actually read). Finally my name was called! Jan, our ultrasound tech, was very friendly and lead us back to the room. I quickly changed and hopped onto the table. Jan was busy typing in our information when Mark looked at me and whispered..."It's a boy". He later shared that he felt the need to make a "prediction", and at the moment he was thinking blue. Our prophetic moment was interrupted by a squiggle of ultrasound gel that hit my bare belly. Jan pressed the probe to my tummy, and within seconds a little hiney appeared. She quickly asked if we were interested in knowing the sex, and Mark and I energetically responded - Yes! With out hesitation she announced, "It's a boy!" and pointed to his manhood. It was hard to see, but later during our session she was able to capture a very clear picture to assure us that Baby Pearson was indeed all boy. For the next twenty minutes she gently moved the probe from left to right carefully inspecting his brain, heart, kidneys, etc. What a wonderful thing to hear - "Your baby is very healthy!" (Mark and I are still thanking the Lord for the good news!) Watching this little person twist and turn was absolutely surreal. He didn't have too much room, as my bladder was very full; but he managed to extend his little fingers and press his sweet foot against my belly. Our time with Jan ended, and I escaped to the bathroom for some relief. When I arrived back in the room Mark was proudly thumbing through the snap shots. I truly think we were both in shock!

Mark and I are so incredibly thankful for our sweet little boy! Thank you so much for your prayers, e-mails, and phone calls - we loved sharing the moment with you all!

Seis Anos!!

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"Seis Anos" - not sure if that is the correct spelling?! I hope it translates to "Six Years" - any Spanish buffs care to weigh in? While my Spanish may not be too bueno, I am excited to share that Mark and I just celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary (Cinco de Mayo - we can never forget our special day)! The even crazier thought is that we have been together for ten years - wow! We met my freshman year at SFA, I had just turned 18 and Mark was about to celebrate his 22nd birthday. We both have different recollections of our meeting, but I will tell you my version (the truthful one, of course)! Young and impressionable I made my way with some girlfriends to a party that one of Mark's friends was hosting. The small two-bedroom apartment was crammed with people, you could barely move. Several of us made our way to the couch - perfect position to survey, and people watch. Mark was wearing a plaid button up shirt with a cowboy hat - oh my! He was quite the life of the party buzzing around the living room. After some time, people watching got old and I made my way to the back of the apartment for a drink. I turned the corner to find the cowboy hat wearing party boy all by himself! We immediately started talking, and continued to talk for the rest of the night - I never returned to the couch. An hour had passed and one of my friends came to find me - they were ready to leave. I lingered for a bit waiting for this boy to ask for my number! Never did he ask for my number or insinuate that he looked forward to seeing me again - what a cheap deal! We left, and I was disappointed. Shortly after the fun-filled weekend all the students returned home for Thanksgiving. I enjoyed spending time with my family, but was thinking about that sweet cowboy hat wearing boy. When class resumed I was glad to be back! After leaving the library one day I was approached by a friend of mine who happened to be a Sigma Chi pledge. He fumbled his pledge book, and asked for my phone number on behalf of Mark Pearson. A friend of mine was standing next to me, and interrupted Sam's bumbling, "No she will not! If he wants her number he needs to come and ask himself!" My thoughts quickly reverted back to the cramped apartment and our great conversation. I folded and gave Sam my number - a moment of weakness! He called shortly, and we spent the remainder of the semester together. I still blame him for my terrible GPA that semester. We would get together to study for finals, and would end up talking the whole night!

Mark still has the piece of paper with my phone number! Who knew that those four digits would lead to an amazing friendship, marriage, and soon children?!