Remember that fuzzy little blob-thing I posted about six weeks ago?
12 weeks, two days. Absolutely perfect and adorable (that ARM! the little SHOULDER BLADE! the EAR that you can just barely make out before the image goes all blobby and wonky!). All expected and required parts present and accounted for.
Well. Okay, it's really, really difficult to determine the sex of the baby FOR DEFINITE SURE at 12 weeks, but I'm just going to break it to you and let you down easy because about four bazillion million of you have been screaming for a GIRL GIRL GIRL, but...
Yeah. Right now, things are looking familiarly, unmistakably...dangly and boyish down there. Prepare yourselves.
Actually, wait. I'm the one who's probably going to end up with three boy children running around without any pants on while beating each other with Wii lightsabers and yes, that actually did happen last night and yes, there is video, but HELL. If anyone should be getting "prepared" it should be ME and should probably involve some helmets and whiskey. Screw you guys. Happy Thanksgiving and whatever.
(THAT LITTLE ARM OH MY GOD I JUST WANT TO CHEW ON IT ALREADY.)