The big day. The day no different than any other except for the fact that we will (hopefully) find out if baby 2 is a boy or a girl. Then I can stop calling it It. Haha.
I couldn't sleep last night, wide awake with that same mix of anxiety and excitement I would get before school started.
Crazy, I know... But I don't care.
I asked JT yesterday if he thought it was a boy or a girl or if he had any feeling like he did with monster. He wouldn't say anything. Flat out refused to guess, I'm thinking he doesn't want to be wrong because he hopes for a certain gender so badly...
Well, I'm pretty sure of what it is and now I only have a few hours to wait until I find out if I'm right! Mothers intuition? I hope so.