
In fifteen days I get to find out this baby’s gender. It’s a good thing I have some distractions between now and then (party! vacation!) because the suspense is about to keeeeeel me. For seriouslies. I know some people don’t think it’s important to know the baby’s gender before he or she is born, but as previously discussed, those people are sadistic nutjobs, ranking only *slightly* above those who do not choose a name until the child is born. (Hmm, and I know someone who is BOTH kinds of CRAZY! Can you guess who??)
Here’s what “evidence” I have to go on for my gender guesses:
Girl – because I was sick for a long time like I was with Sophie (I am 18 weeks, and this is the first week I have not had to take the Zofran every day!)
Boy – because I am craving cola, which I did with Joshua. Bye Bye, Mountain Dew, hello Pepsi, Coke, and Dr. Pepper. Yellow is out, brown is in. Um, wait, did I totally revert to a potty training post there?
*Ahem*
Fifteen days. Fifteen days. In fifteen days I will know what kind of baby clothes I need to buy (gave both sets of 0-6 away loooong ago!), whether I’m in for more draaa-maa or more train track (ok, that’s not fair, Sophie loved trains. But dangit we gave all those away TOO!!), whether as I so delicately put on my facebook status a few days ago, this baby has a “pee-pee” or a “hoo-hoo” ( I know, I ooooze class!)
And I. CAN’T. WAIT!
So here’s the belly in question – what do YOU think?