Wednesday was my 16-week check up, and things are humming along. Bug has now decided the baby’s heart sounds like a “train chuggin’ down the track” as opposed to a race car. I’d back him up on that claim.

And after the 16-week check up comes the 20 week check up, otherwise known as the Can You See a Penis check up. Otherwise known as the check up where I almost throw up from nerves. I tend to feel like this during Moments of Great Importance in my life. Unfortunately.

But. HERE, INTERNET, IS YOUR SHINING MOMENT OF GLORY.

Because I believe that this blog is an omnipotent, omniscient being greater than myself, I will ask you now to comment and tell me here:

Is it a BOY? Or a GIRL?

Now, I don’t want you to comment and say what you want it to be. That’s crap. I want you to meditate, recite incantations, throw salt over your left shoulder, mix Drano with your pee, consult your chicken bones, and then tell me what your GUT tells you.

And we’ll just see if you’re right.

In the spirit of full disclosure, I for the first time yesterday had an inclination of what this baby might be. It hadn’t happened yet in this pregnancy, but last time I knew Bug was a boy about 2 or 3 weeks before the ultrasound. I just felt it in my bones. This was just a split second of surety, but now I really wonder if I’m right. And I wonder if you’ll be right.

ONLY THE BLOG KNOWS…..

Let the predictions begin.

P.S. You don’t have to identify yourself with your real name. In other words, NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO DELURK YOURSELVES, LURKERS.