So, a couple weeks ago we went to the doctor and luckily he could tell what the baby was. We are having a boy. The next week we went back, and I could totally tell it is a boy. We are really happy.
I will be going to the doctor every Wednesday to be checked and to make sure things are still going ok. There have been no changes, but Philip and I feel strongly that we want to continue to pray for a miracle as we know they can be performed. We are still making plans and getting use to the idea that our baby will more than likely die after birth, but we are still hoping. I am going to start looking into funeral arrangements in Idaho and see from there where we will have the baby buried.
I feel the baby moving so much, and it doesn't feel any different than when I was pregnant with Summer. I can see the baby's movements as well, and that is always reassuring and fun.
We will be thinking of a name for our little boy. We want to name it something meaningful rather than a name that we just happen to like. Who knows what we will come up with. Philip has always wanted to name a boy Luke. Only because he wants to say, "Luke, I am your father". He thinks it would be great.
I will probably update about the baby every few weeks since the doctor visits are pretty much routine and are not too different.