How I wish I had something intelligent to share with you today, but I don't. I was just tired of seeing that previous blog title. Even if it is true.
So, next week we will hopefully know what this little "cupcake" (as a friend referred to it) specifically is, other than a baby of course. No, we have no hopes one way or the other. We are mostly set for either, minus a car that can fit us all, of course, so whichever way it rolls is fine with us. Although the last three and a half years have shone some light on the pros and cons of girls vs boys, I'm still not convinced one is easier than the other. They are just different. I don't know which I prefer...especially since it ultimately comes down to personality, not gender. The things I love about having my girl are wildly different than the reasons I love having my boy. This third one could be a girl and be totally different than girl #1...you know what I am saying. So, that said...whatever. As long as it is one, and not two! Of course, now I have jinxed myself and we will get an even bigger surprise next week (and an even bigger car!)
I debated having a "Gender Poll", but really, you have a 50-50 chance of being right, how hard is that? However, if you feel the need to share a feeling, or a thought on the subject matter, go right ahead and comment away. You've got pretty decent odds. Maybe we'll make it interesting once we know and hold a name contest...that would be much more interesting!
In the meantime, if one more person tells me I look bigger this third time than I have with the previous two...I may just have a public meltdown. I tell myself it's because I'm 40 pounds smaller than I was the other times, not because I am having multiples, as people like to inform me. So, if you see me and you think I am already resembling a whale, or any other creature of such girth, do me a favour and keep it to yourself or whisper about me behind my back, don't tell me.