50/50 Chance

I'm not back to daily blogging yet...I still feel like I don't have enough coherent thoughts to put together a suitable post. I wish I could have done a big "I'm Turning 30!" post, but I don't have any wisdom to add to that subject. But I will do a post about the evening of the party and what a great time I had. I hope all the guests did too :-)

But I did want to tune in to say that tomorrow is the big day...the day we get to find out the sex. If we want to. I am 20 weeks pregnant today (after much debate about that, but that's another post) and can't believe I'm at the halfway mark already. Mike and I have struggled over whether we want to find out the sex and we have arrived at our decision - yes, we do.

We've never been ones to keep surprises from one another. We give our gifts without wrapping them because we're so excited for the other person to have it. Walmart bags have to stand in as sufficient wrapping paper :-) So we decided, why keep this surprise from ourselves?

That being said, I'm not sure whether I'll believe the technician 100% with whatever they say. So, unless I can very clearly see a boy's wanger or a girl's whoo-ha, I don't think I'll fully trust the answer.

And now I'm sitting here thinking, "Then what's the point of even finding out?". But I know it' because I'm a person who just. can't. wait.

My gut instinct has said all along that it is a girl. We've referred to the baby as "she" all along. In my dreams, I'm changing a baby girl's diaper. But we'll just have to wait and see.

Oh, and we haven't decided whether we're telling anyone the sex either. So just because I refer to Baby Taves as "she" from here on out, doesn't mean that's neccessarily what "it" is :-)