Butterbean's Baby Bits
And for anyone that is gasping and saying "But why? Why would you want to find out the sex ahead of time? Don't you want to be surprised?"
All I have to say to you is - I am damn impatient, I will be surprised when I find out tonight, and even if I know we're having a boy because I've seen the "evidence", I will still gasp 5 months from now when the doctor says "It's a boy!" So there.
We would just wait till the hospital ultrasound, but most of the techs won't tell you anymore what sex the baby is...due to some people actually suing when the sex ended up to be wrong once the baby was born. Yes...you should definitely be that angry when you have a girl over a boy...for sure. I'm sure your life is ruined now...a-holes.
Anyways, my money is on a boy. I've convinced the husband the same. Zig has been adamant that it's a girl since he found out I was pregnant. We actually have a bet going because he's got a "theory" that apparently just can't be wrong - he is soooo going to lose.
So, I'm curious...what do you think? Have any opinions so far? We're not actually telling anyone once we know - but I'm curious to know what everyone thinks.
I actually think the main reason I am so convinced it's a boy is because I know about 150 people that have had babies in the past 6 months - about 145 of them were girls - Winnipeg is due for a wave of testosterone.
Wish us luck that Butterbean co-operates tonight and feel like showing us the goods!
Update on "the boys": Since I was told to drink copious amounts of water for the three days leading up to this ultrasound in order to have my body hydrated for "optimal viewing", the boys have been helping me out.
Tuesday morning (the first day of the Great Water Consumption) I asked Zig to keep on me about drinking water all day. I had taken two bottles to work with me, which I would fill up continuously so I always had them filled on my desk.
Anyways, I walked out of my office for a moment to return to a bottle of water on my desk with a note attached saying "Drink Me". I was thinking that Zig must have really been on the ball, but then I realized it was J's writing. I hadn't told him about the ultrasound so I wasn't sure how he knew I needed to drink water.
After some extortion on my part, it came to light that the husband had called J to ask him to keep me drinking water all day! When he told me that I think my jaw hit the floor. I mean, yeah, the husband and my work boys are friends - but geez!