The new question (aside from "are you pregnant or just getting fat?") is whether or not we know what flavor little Tadpole is... blue? pink? purple? green? rainbow? There will be a pool going shortly, I am sure...if not for gender, then definitely for how big my ass will get this time.
On a more serious note, in two weeks time we will know whether or not we have two pair or three of a kind. I have to admit, I am a little nervous. I am three for three so far in terms of knowing well in advance the gender of the little one inside; I have a feeling about number four and, despite the fact that I am practically perfect in every way (thank you, Mary Poppins), there is always the ever-so-slight chance that I am wrong. I have been so sure, though, that I even bought gender specific clothes for Tadpole back when we were in Cozumel last July! Again, doesn't mean I can't be wrong, but I will be very surprised if Tadpole is not what I think Tadpole is. And, let's be honest, I don't handle surprises well, so I am sure the ultrasound tech will not be happy, either, if the gender isn't what I suspect it will be...something about watching a pregnant woman shake her fist at a computer screen filled with her child is sure to be a little a disconcerting.
Please don't think I will be upset either way. I truly mean it when I say that, boy or girl, this child is so wanted and loved already that gender is irrelevant. The same cannot be said for hair color, though. If we end up with a blonde one this time, I am going to have to look into Arlington Memorial's return policy. But with respect to gender, what does it mean either way?
What it means is this...if the kids have their way and they get the little sister that they want, we can stay in our house a few years more and the girls can share a room. However, if it's a boy...we're outta here! Just no room in this here home for another little boy child to come in and find a place to sleep. I suppose he could sleep in the dog crate for a while, but really, how long can that last before he outgrows it, the dogs pee on him, or someone calls CPS on us? We will have a year or so at the most before we would need to find us a new pad, one with enough rooms to house our basketball team comfortably.
Hmmm. Maybe I should just stick to worrying about whether or not the dress I bought in Cozumel would be too much if Tadpole IS a boy. The dress is green...that's gender neutral, right?
