Going in to our doctor’s appointment today, I was 99% certain that baby #2 was a boy.
If I was a gambler, I would have gone all in (or whatever it is that gamblers do).
When the doctor started pointing out things he was seeing on the baby, I continued to think in male pronouns.
Doc: Look, 2 hands!
Me: Oh good, he can catch a football!
Doc: Look, 2 feet!
Me: Oh good, he can run around with Riker!
Doc: Look, a cerebellum!
Me: Oh good, he will be so smart!
Doc: Look, 3 lines!
Me: What? I don’t know what that means…
Doc: It’s a girl!
There was no clear evidence of boy parts, but the umbilical cord was between baby’s legs…
so there is a chance that baby could be a boy.
But doc gave me odds of 80/20 in favor of a girl,
and that’s good enough for me.
TJ and I couldn’t be happier,
and Riker still has no clue what is going on.
Now comes the hard part…choosing a name!