It's official--complete with nausea and dry heaving. It's been hard to get anything done around here (including a blog post). In trying to think of what to write about, all I can think about is this baby. So I may as well tell you.
When Mr. F. and I were on our honeymoon, we were joking about having quints. Multiples run in my family. We were giddy with love and no responsibility for the week, and decided to name our babies 1, 2, 3, 4, 5--but in other languages. So, 1 would be One. 2, dos... And I asserted that #5 would have to be Fünf. Mr. F's family is Austrian; it made perfect sense.
For whatever reason we just giggled and guffawed about that. Fünf.
And we really do get a BABY!!! There's only one that I saw on the ultrasound, but we still call the baby Fünf. We'll get to meet this precious one in March.