Among the phrases I'd like a quarter for every time I have to hear is, "Oh, I forget... What are you having?"
And I say, "It's either a boy or a girl."
Up until about last week I was totally cool with not knowing. I was convinced it was a girl. Absolutely convinced. My sister even started calling her Juju.
And then it donned on me. What if it's a boy? Oh, crap. This could totally be a boy.
And I told Scrunch, "We will love it even if it's a boy."
And she said, "No, we won't."
And I said, "Yes we will!"
And we went on like this for about five minutes. And I still don't know why I even bothered to argue with my pre-schooler for anything more than a minute.
But now it's killing me!
So I Googled some boy names. I got nothin'. Except the backups we didn't use for Porkchop.
But I'm betting it's a girl. And not just because I'm about three seconds from casting on these matching sweaters for Easter...
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