Everyone keeps asking if we will find out the sex of our baby. Apparently some people don't know me as well as they think -- why would we NOT find out? I am such an anal, OCD, Type A planner that I'm not sure I could ever pass up the opportunity to know something ahead of time if at all possible!
So yes, Tuesday is the day. 11:20 a.m. to be exact. However, Scott will tell you that means after an hour of waiting in a tiny room at the doctor's office we will be graced with a 30 second visit by one of the 43 doctors who work there -- so it may be closer to 12:30 p.m. before we actually find out.
Anyways, the anticipation is building up inside me and it occured to me the other day that I haven't been waiting to know the sex of this baby for 19.5 weeks, I've been waiting my entire life. I think every little girl, from the moment she recieves her first baby doll, dreams about having a real one of her own someday. (Or, as my parents will tell you, I apparently had grand visions of bathing said baby in the tub -- head first in the water and held by the ankles.)
And I have always wondered if I will be graced with a beautiful little princess or a handsome little man. Scott is now openly favoring a boy (I think he wants a permanent XBOX partner) and as fate would have it, I'd pretty much love a girl -- mainly because of all the cute girly clothes available. Either way, we will be blessed -- we just pray for a healthy, happy, loving child. We shall see what happens -- and you can give our website poll your best guess too....