Apparently, there is one... A schwinkle, I mean. So, Sam is a boy. Or so we're told. I still have doubts now, and I guess I'll believe it when I see it. I saw the medical report with my own two eyes and it repeatedly said *girl,* but our agency lady emailed this morning and said she verified that he is a boy. Alrighty, then... I'm taking all the boy clothes I bought, so even if he is a she, she'll look like a he until we get home. Thank God I don't have to squeeze in another shopping trip to exchange all this stuff for girly things.
His name is going to be Samuel Robert. Samuel after I Samuel 1:27, and Robert after my dad. My dad's nickname was "Big Bobber," even though he wasn't big at all... He was a total shrimp. Anyway, I can already hear us referring to Sam as Little Bobber. My dad would have loved that.
Still no word on a court date or when we'll travel. I'm going nuts.