We're having a. . .

GIRL!!

So we've been asked frequently over the past few months whether we were hoping for a boy or a girl. I think it's sort of a terrible question. Not because it's such an awful thing to hope for one or the other. It's just that the more you have to answer it, the more convinced you are that you've got it figured out. And when you find out you're wrong, where does that leave you? So please everybody, don't ask me if I'm disappointed that we were completely wrong. We figured it would be a boy. Mark has even been reading The Complete Calvin and Hobbes to prepare for parenthood of a possibly precocious little boy. (Three huge volumes, one volume per trimester.) It took me a minute to register what the technician meant when she said, "It's a girl!" because I didn't understand most of what she was saying anyways. But yes, it's clearly a girl in there sloshing around in my belly.

I'm mostly excited that now we can move forward with things. Picking a name (which will be SO much easier than it would have been with a boy). Buying stuff. Deciding what we really need and what we can live without in our tiny apartment. Figuring out how to stuff a carseat into the backseat of our car.

Also, for the record, I have no intention of having a "Little Princess". Please don't try to convince me that I'm wrong about that, and I'll ignore the little smirks behind my back that suggest I'm naive and will understand some day soon. That's just the way it needs to be.