It's a Boy! (or.... I'm a flake!)

I went for the ultrasound today- and there it was- a boy!

Let me begin by saying, this is what I wanted. I had younger brothers, girls get crazy (hell, look at me!), and I knew Art would bond and get on board with a boy more than a girl. During my trying to get pregnant days I went so far as to read about different ways to ensure a boy. If you ever want to know, I've got plenty of info on ovulation cycles and sperm mobility.

However, I'm a firm believer in getting screwed by the universe. I knew that since Art and I were both hoping for a boy, I'd get a girl. So from the time I scheduled the ultrasound I was doing my best to talk myself into a girl. I had tons of reasons that a girl would be awesome. I love pink. I like sparkly things. I love Disney. The girl clothes are super cute. We could get our nails done together. We could have similar hobbies and interests later in life (like when she's in her late 20's and done with those crap years). But the bottom line is: I had talked myself into a girl.

It turns out I'm quite persuasive. When the radiologist said "It's a boy!" I was divided. I thought "Hooray!" and at the same time "Oh no!" because now I wouldn't get all those good things I'd be telling myself about for weeks.

But I'm truly, 100% happy with my baby boy.... I guess we'll just have to try for a girl later!