Baby Girlie Ross

A name?  Jenafer, you're joking, right?  We don't believe in naming our babies until they are out of the oven, practically.  Mercy was...what, 12 hours old?  Heber was 18 hours old?  Gideon was named three days before his birth, and Ezra was named about three hours before his.  We are firm believers in the law of the last minute.

She's baby Ralphette, and notice the "/" is gone.  Ralph/ette no longer!

We are unbelievably relieved by the clean bill of health.  The ultrasound technician was very good at helping us feel good.  Ralphette was curled up like...well, like a fetus!  She made life pretty difficult for the tech, because she was squirmy and twisty and definitely not interested in giving up any secrets--except one.  She showed off that back like there was no tomorrow.  It was like she was saying, "See, Momma, nothing to worry about here!"

But finally he caught her with her legs uncrossed, and voila!  We have broken the Ross curse!

By the way (John!), I didn't really call anyone to make the announcement--well, Mema, obviously, and I talked to Telima to discuss plans for tomorrow.  So please don't feel bad that I didn't call you, anyone, because I just am letting Facebook and my blog do the announcing for me.  I have a pretty bad sinus infection, so I'm trying to take it pretty easy right now.

Love you all!