On Friday we have our 20-week ultrasound and are hoping to find out the sex of the baby. With any luck, the kid will cooperate and show us his/her business. After the mooning incident at the 12-week ultrasound, I'm certain that a) he or she is probably NOT shy and b) this is definitely our kid.
In the beginning, I was sure it was a boy. Now I don't really know. Just when I think morning sickness is over, I hurl again. So if you put all your eggs in the "barfing = girl" basket, it must be a girl. And Amy did the hanging needle trick which predicted three girls in a row. However... my gut still says boy. It's just saying it a little more quietly now. I don't care one way or the other, I just hope it doesn't weigh 14lbs and come out dribbling a basketball. And then there's all the wacky dreams I've had - in all of them the baby is wearing yellow and I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl. I even dreamt that the ultrasound tech said it was a girl, and then changed her mind and said it was a boy. And either way, baseball preferences are passed through the mother, so he or she is a Red Sox fan!
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