It's a..... Baby!

A couple days ago my husband told me that I was probably right.

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I know, right?!  That's an exciting day!  I've heard that some women can go an entire lifetime without their husbands giving in and saying those most wonderful words: 'yes dear, you're right'.   So the fact that, after only 8 short months of marriage, I got a 'you're probably right', is a very good step in the right direction!

Of course, we're talking about baby gender.

There is a period of time, about a week or 10 days or so, between, well as the Dr put it, 'when the party happened', and when a woman will get a positive pregnancy test.  It will be the longest week of your life.  During that longest week of *my* life, in which I deliberately chose to not let my hubby in on the secret (for fear that he would go insane and buy a case full of pregnancy tests), I very clearly and calmly thought to myself, 'self, you are pregnant and it is going to be a girl'.

Why?  I don't know.  Well.... I mean, I know why I thought I was pregnant (and if you ask my husband he'll say he knew too - even without a case of pregnancy tests).  But why a girl?  I don't know.  But that's what I thought, and that thought hasn't changed.

Now, don't get me wrong.  Neither of us care.  The fact that it's a baby is both nerve wracking and exciting enough - we certainly don't feel the need to go wishing and hoping and dreaming about a certain gender.  In all honesty, I find little boys much easier to deal with than little girls (that might be the result of me growing up with two little brothers though).   But there is no doubt in my mind that this is a girl. 

So there you go.  With zero scientific evidence on my side, I have single handedly ruined any chance of a fair and unbiased baby pool.  Because it's a girl; I just know.

Since that ominous day, that now feels like a lifetime ago, we have had the fortune of having a few ultrasounds - which, by the way, are really, really cool.  Just last week we had the 20 week anatomy ultrasound.  Basically, we got to watch video of this little tiny human kick and wriggle and suck it's thumb and roll around for about an hour while the ultrasound tech took pictures and measurements and counted fingers and things like that.  She could have very easily told us the gender, but we asked her to keep it a surprise.  Surprises, after all, are fun for everyone.  Besides, I think it's a little creepy when people actually name their baby while it's still in utero.  Or... even worse, when the parents deck out the entire nursery and wardrobe for a specific gender and then find out the ultrasound tech was wrong!  ha! 

So the gender will remain a surprise.  But just so you know, after the ultrasound, my husband looked at me and said, 'I think you're probably right - it's a girl.'


:)

I'm just happy knowing that he thinks I'm right.