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Ever since I was little, I've really loved names.  I would write stories just so I could name characters.  The stories were mostly just a few handwritten pages, because I would quickly move on to another story where I could name different characters.  I would also name my children.  I don't think this is too weird, right?  And with each guy I dated, I had a different set of names that I would have named possible children.  Mainly just for fun.  It was just a thing.  It really didn't mean that I was sure I was going to marry any of the four guys I ever dated (except that last one...), I just liked names.

But one thing was always the same with my imaginary children.  There were always the same number: three.  I thought this was the perfect amount at the time.  They were also always in the same order.  A boy, then a girl, then another boy.  My thought process was that every guy wants a boy first.  This is probably not true. And I am also sure that men who have a girl first are not disappointed when they are holding her in their arms, but my non-existent husband would surely want a boy first.

And then it happened!  Although Abram Quinn was not the name of any of my imaginary children.  Come to find out, sometimes husbands have something to do with the naming of their children (although sometimes they are glad to let their wives name that child exactly what she had been dreaming she would name him since she was 12.)

Then, the girl.  She was second because she was fulfilling my dream of having a big brother.  I always wanted one and if I didn't get one, my daughter definitely would.

And I got her!  The name Selah Christine was also a joint decision and not a name we even thought of until after we started having kids.

Finally, another boy.  This was because I thought that I wouldn't want a girl to be the baby.  That's just a princess complex waiting to happen (this is teenage Anaka thinking here...) If a boy was the youngest, he would be special because he was the youngest, the middle would be special because she was the only girl, and the oldest would be special because he was the oldest.

But Quinn and I thought we were done after two.  My teenage dream was brought down by the realities of actually taking care of and raising these previously only imaginary children and we thought that two was a handful enough. However, when we found out we were having a third my dream was rekindled.  I wanted a boy, but something in me said that this baby was going to be a girl.  And as I thought about it, I got more and more excited for two girls.  I had a little sister and I liked it, for the most part (I mean for all the parts, Liese!!) We could have two peas in a pod who would play together and be best friends.  It would be great.  But another boy still sounded perfect.  Selah would be the special, only girl. Our baby (if we don't have anymore surprise children, or decide we actually want more) would be a boy and my dream would become a reality.

Long story short, we would have been happy with either a boy or a girl.  We were able to find out at our new (and way, way better) doctor's appointment on Sunday.  Watch this really attractive video of me to find out!

We are very excited to have found a doctor who attends our old church in Dubai and is American!  The language barrier with the doctors in Fujarah actually ended up having some painful repercussions (long story).  So, the just over an hour drive to Dubai for our future appointments and the significant price jump for those visits is definitely worth it to us.  I can't have my absolutely wonderful Dr. Seeker in Austin, but Dr. Branch is already a new favorite!

Still working on the name, but knowing us, I'll be back with that announcement soon enough... 

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