It’s a GIRL!  Based on our 20-week ultrasound, we’ll be adding yet another girl (all our pets are girls) to our household.  The doctor told us they wouldn’t tell us the gender unless they were 99% sure.  They make you drink FOUR glasses of water before the ultrasound, so that your bladder is full and your uterus is pushed out.  I almost peed myself before we even left the house, had a very uncomfortable car ride to the doctor, and almost cried in the waiting room.  Man, I am baby – how am I going to handle labor!?  After the ultrasound, we met with one of the doctors who told us that “she” is doing great, growing right on schedule, and that our screening tests came out great.  It was so funny to hear “it” or “the kid” referred to as “she.”  We have a name in mind, but feel strongly about not calling her by that name yet, in case we change our minds.  Also, we want to keep the name to ourselves, so I don’t want to slip up.

I’m still going nuts around the house.  If it’s not nailed down, I am ready to donate it to Goodwill.  My most frequently used phrases lately are, “we’re all making sacrifices here,” or “can I have this for the yard sale?” (we’re not having one, but I’ve been watching a lot of Clean house) as I throw out or donate other people’s things . . . the dog’s, the cat’s, Ryan’s.  It’s kind of a running joke – we need to make room for this baby, oops, for her.