Guess what today was? It was "Find Out The Sex Of The Baby" Day. Otherwise known as "Regan Was Right And jparks Should Just Always Trust Her From Now On" Day.
I've been saying from the minute I got knocked up that this baby is a boy. Then when we started working on names and the girls' name list grew longer and longer and the boys' name list sat idly by with no possibilities, I told jparks that we were guaranteeing that the baby would be a boy. Whenever jparks would go all gooey eyed over our friends' daughters, I would remind him that I maybe he should be open to the idea that our kid could have a penis. Each time I mentioned this potential penis to jparks, he would respond with a laugh and a reminder that we couldn't be sure it was a boy just yet.
Well, today we found out it's a boy. Today should be about how I now know I'm going to be a mother to a son, but really it's about how hell yes, I AM SO RIGHT! Of course, that doesn't help us with the fact that we have no names for boys, but maybe I can convince jparks to let me name him My-Mom-Was-Right Burniece Parks. That way his first name is a tribute to me and he shares his father's middle name. That's a win-win naming situation if there ever was one.
I should probably also mention that the ultrasound tech was only 85% certain that it's a boy. So this whole situation could blow up in my face, but I really doubt that will happen. Because I just feel like I have a tiny penis in me and I know what that feels like seeing as how I'm married to jparks. I swear, that joke will not get old no matter how many times I hear it over the next 22 weeks.