What is this thing? For the first few weeks we called it Zygote LaRue. But the word "it" seems so impersonal. So "it" was quickly replaced with "she." That is not to say that there was any indication of sex, but the whole XX vs XY thing seems to suggest that we all start out as female; thus, "she." Soon after this, we noticed a trend among recent new parents: it seems that all of our friends and family have have had boys as of late. Bucking the trend as we often do: "she" seems to stick.
A few weeks later, Zygote LaRue was appropriately replaced with Embryo LaRue. We made this official by taking a peek at her via ultra-sound. Sadly, she looked more like a chocolate-glazed doughnut hole than a person at this point. Not just because of her spheroid shape, but also due to the horrible color contrast of the video monitor.
The magic moment for me was when we first got to hear her heart-beat. She played hide and seek for a moment, and then performed her first composition which sounded a bit like a Slurpee Machine sloshing away at a perfect 160 beats per-minute. Embryo is now a Fetus! Dara quickly named her Cletus the Fetus, and the name remains.
Last week we had a formal ultrasound. Cletus was quite the drama queen. She kept raising her arms over her head like a 1940's movie starlet voicing "I do declare." When it came time for her close-up profile shot, she promptly rolled over and mooned us. Yes. This is our child. Indeed...
So... Cletus the Fetus of the Oli-Rue clan is well. Soon we will find out sex. Then comes the hard part: A NAME. My favorite suggestion so far came from Jennifer Browne via Facebook:
Lara Dance Oli-Rue.
Awesome...
For a boy's name, I am leaning toward Devo Lucian Oli-Rue. (Dara says "veto.")
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