I'm trying not to hope too much it's a boy. In some ways a girl would be easier but as a wise friend just told me: with a boy you only have to worry about one _____, with a girl you have to worry about a thousand _____. This from a very scary, large man who owns several guns. Somehow I am worried for the little boys who knock on that girl's door.
What is driving me absolutely bonkers though is that this time, everything is different. Part of me is hopeful that means it is a boy but the rest of me doesn't care and just wishes I'd throw up already. It's like this awful nausea thing where you're almost about to throw up, but don't, all. the. time. And I was so hoping I'd be a pro at this now. Like, oh that? Oh yeah. I remember that. Bring it baby. I can take it.Not to mention the gymnastics this kid has been doing. I mean, I'm just around three months, I shouldn't be feeling the kid yet, right? I keep picturing that scene from Spaceballs where that thing with a tophat jumps out of the guys chest for some reason. The sickening thought that comes to mind next is: that must mean this child is going to be even more active than Kaiya. Now that is a terrifying thought.
I thought about putting: just kidding at the end of this, like it was April Fool's post, but no no, the joke is on us. So much for being all done with diapers soon!