It seems the general consensus amongst my family members is that I’m having a little girl. Which is incredibly strange, because I’ve believed since day one that I’m carrying a boy.
I don’t know which to hope for. I think boys are easier – they can entertain themselves for hours on end with trucks and legos and books. But a little boy will bring the issue of getting circ’ed and I really don’t want to have to deal with that.
But girls seems to be so much harder. They’re whiny and manipulative and sassy little drama queens. And they’re expected to dress in hoochy mama clothes at the ripe old age of six!
I will definitely love whatever we get. But deep down, I think I’m hoping for a boy. However, my husband, father, two aunts, cousin, and goddaughter all think it’s a girl.
Only 10 more weeks until we can find out!
