We opted not to find out whether we’re having a boy or a girl, which means it’s fun to guess. My doctor, who doesn’t know for sure any more than I do but who has a pretty good track record with these kinds of things, thinks it’s another boy. Of course, this is the same doctor who told me (with a straight face) that I would sleep better after the birth cause I won’t be getting up in the night to go to the bathroom (who raised his kids?!?) So maybe we should take his opinions with a grain of salt.
Nevertheless, I also happen to think it’s a boy (a big boy — I’m already 41 inches around, which is two inches more than I ever was with Justin). Chris is clinging to his hopes for a girl, but he’ll be happy either way. When it comes right down to it, the fact that we’ve managed to create two little people just blows me away.