We will find out what we’re having on the 19th. That is, if Baby Deuce spreads his/her legs and shows us the goods. I’m getting a little nervous. Okay, I’m getting a lot nervous.
Since this will be our last child (well, our last biological child, at least), I’m nervous that I might wish for the opposite of what I’m having. I want another boy; but I also want to have a girl. I’m afraid that if we find out Baby Deuce is a girl, I’m going to be disappointed that C won’t be having a brother. If we find out that Baby Deuce is a boy, I’m concerned that part of me will be saddened that I’m never going to have a little girl.
And then there’s this other problem…*leans in close and whispers* I’m kind of really hoping for another boy.
Yeah, I know. If this is a girl, I’m going to feel like such a jerkface. If I’ve been hoping all this time that Baby Deuce is a boy, and it’s not…I’ll feel so guilty!
So here I sit. Super pumped up to find out about Baby Deuce’s gender. And super nervous that I’m going to be dissatisfied and/or feel guilty once we find out. :-/

