The Fiancé was right. It’s another boy. I am going to be completely out-numbered by boys and boys things.
I was a teeny bit disappointed, I won’t lie. But only for a second. I’m not ungrateful. He’s healthy, I’m healthy and he seems to be perfect. He weighs 273grams. I’m 19weeks 5days pregnant, which is further along than I originally thought. I thought I was only 17 weeks pregnant, but the size of the baby apparently indicates otherwise.
This means that I’m due mid-May instead of end of May like we first thought. No biggie, I guess. What’s 2 weeks, right?
Also, the more I think about it, the more I realise that it’s better to have another boy. I still have loads of The Kid’s clothes. He has loads of cool toys to pass on. They can go to the same (all boy) school. I know how to look after boy babies. I mean, I have no idea what it would be like to open a nappy and see a tiny little vajay-jay. Also The Kid really wanted a brother. Okay, he wanted a BIG brother, but I don’t think he really understands how it all works.
So yes. It’s a boy. We’re having a boy. Another one.
Now we just need to decide what to name him!