I really don't know what we are having, but I was looking in the mirror at my stomach yesterday and I thought, "Hmm, that looks EXACTLY like my last two pregnancies". Low, and straight out, like a basketball. It isn't higher, or rounder. I had a sense of deja vu and thought, "This has to be a boy". I also have had a highly scientific test performed on my (it involved human hair and a ring) and that also predicted a boy. I do realize that if I wanted to know it would have been very easy at either my 1st or 2nd ultrasound. But I don't, not really. My husband hates to know. He thinks it is the very best surprise and I do agree that my second child really did surprise me. This time, I come and go about how I feel. Some days I really want to know and be done with it all, other days I know the moment of birth when my husband says: "It's a ***" will be one of those unforgettable moments. But at this moment, I truly believe it is another boy.
My sister sent me this article today. I started reading it and realized this was everything I had been feeling (well up until the point where she does find out what she is having) but the stares, the questions, the comments, the absolute different behavior of boys. I read it with a smile, thinking, I knew exactly what she was talking about. I love my boys, I love how much they love their mom, but their constant source of energy tends to leave me drained. I am working on playtime with boys - it tends to involve cars, trains, or forts. That or running - not something I am doing well with right now. But they are so sweet and they are what I know.
Today at work a friend was telling me all about an incident with his daughter and sand. I added it to my list of pros for having another boy - no serious sand in the diaper issues here. Although we have a new rule: No peeing in our front yard or the neighbors yard. We are working on this.
I am really okay either way. I will be glad to be done with the question: Are you hoping for a girl? But I still need a name, boy or girl, we still have no real names.