I could tell you exactly how many hours and minutes between now and the big ultrasound tomorrow. Oh, happy joy!, the doctor wants to leave early, so our appointment was bumped up by over three hours.
I have always been excited to see any of my babies, no doubt. But this is the first time I might get to know if we're having a boy or a girl. With Corey and Mad, it was a decision not to find out. I am dying to know this time.
Our plan is to get the information on paper, but not have the technician tell us. We want to wait until Mad's birthday party, when most of the family can join us, for the big reveal.
Still, I am not so secretly hoping to Oops! see a penis. That's right, I said it. Even though a month or so ago I openly said a girl would be more convenient and blah blah blah, I'm convinced I'm having a boy. And that has led to me wanting a boy.
The other day Baby and I were driving around and I just blurted out, "You can be a girl if you want to, I won't mind, but I know you're a boy."
So let's take a vote... who believes in mother's intuition and who knows that it doesn't really work that way?