Tornado E: But I want a baby girl!
Me: Why?
Tornado E: Because I want to dance with her when she gets older!
Awww!
Me: Well, it’s probably going to be a baby boy.
Tornado E: How can you tell?
Me: Well, the doctor took a special camera and looked. She’s pretty sure it’s a boy.
The Husband: Probably? Pretty sure?
Me: Shut up. They make mistakes.
Ok, maybe I’m not as resigned to this boy thing as I pretend to be.
But the next person to ask if I’m disappointed, I’ll punch in the face. Luckily they have only asked my mom, who waves them off with a “Of course not, she’s having a baby.” But then Christmas is coming with all that family. This may be an interesting family get-together.
Faemom 