Week Eighteen

So, as previously mentioned, we found out this week that we will be having a baby girl. I think her dad is especially happy with this news and told me that he walked around work that day with the ultrasound picture introducing folks to his daughter. Me, I hadn't really allowed myself to consider whether I wanted a boy or a girl the most. So for me knowing is mostly the satisfaction of being able to cross out the entire column of "Things to Worry About if It's a Boy." No longer do I have to be concerned with whether or not we'd circumcise, the supposed extra work of potty training a little boy, or whether Oliver or Wyatt would be a better name. But of course it also means that there's a whole other column of worries that have been solidified and must now be seriously considered. The most serious and troubling being: what if she wants to be a cheerleader? Lordy, I think a hair just turned gray.

Other than this news, life remains mostly unchanged. I feel fine, despite finding another pair of pants that will no longer button. I may have gained another pound this week - perhaps tied to the fact that my appetite seems to have picked up. Just in time for Thanksgiving!

In a week I will be taking a little pregnant adventure to the West Coast. I'm not too worried about traveling, especially since it looks like I will still be able to fit into just one seat on the plane. Honestly, the main thing that worries me about being pregnant in San Francisco is not being able to drink any wine. Nubby, you're gonna have to be extra cute to make up for this one.

It's a Girl!

Obviously.