I apologize in advance but it's baby on the brain right now as we get so close to The Big Ultrasound. Two days. TWO DAYS! My gut is telling me it's a boy but the Chinese gender prediction chart (which was right with Noah BTW) is saying girl. Plus this pregnancy has been so very different than my last. Of course, that really doesn't mean anything. I am probably growing another little penis inside of me and will be surrounded by fire trucks and front loaders forever and ever. Not that it's a bad thing AT ALL. I love me a shiny red fire truck.
Tell me: what do YOU think I've got cooking in there? Boy or Girl?
(Side note and because I think this is so cute: Noah has taken to calling me "Mommy Lamb" as in "Could I please have a drink of water/a back rub/my blankie/a cuddle, Mommy Lamb?" complete with sweet face and batting of the eyelashes. Then he calls himself my "Little Lamb" and my heart melts into a puddle all over him. Let us remember these moments when he is darling and not possessed by the devil.)