This is the day

Does that title not make you think of this old Sunday school hit?

But today is the day. The day we find out what is going on in there. One baby (likely)? Two babies (probably not, hopefully not)? A little boy, or a little girl? I am beyond excited, I barely slept last night. And what little sleep I did get was fraught with dreams about it, one was a girl, the other was two boys, and then one was a boy AND a girl... And despite all of that I am just as certain as ever that what's going on in there is ALL boy.

I am 100% certain.

I wasn't even that sure with Oliver. Near the end I was, maybe, but not this early on. Nope, without even a smidgeon of a doubt, this little baby (singular) is a boy. A handsome-as-ever healthy little bundle of joy BOY.

I'm absolutely decided. My husband thinks I might be right, but he still thinks there's a chance it's a girl. Amateur. And guesses from family are on both sides, I haven't noticed an influx of either. It's a little lukewarm across the board. But not in the mind of this mama. I'm ready for soccer balls and muddy pants and wilderness explorers.

We're going to pop outside for a minute to take some chalkboard photos with Oliver, to announce whether it'll be a girl or boy. We'll take photos of the chalkboard saying both GIRL and BOY. Although I don't see why we even need to bother with the GIRL one to be honest.

That's how sure I am.

But we will soon find out! Of course I want to know whether it's healthy and fully formed and happy in there, but I am anxious to know whether my intuition is correct or whether I'm waaaaay off my game. That would be pretty funny, actually.

I just feel like, if that Babymoon staff member tell us it's a girl, I'm going to ask her to check again. Because I just don't think it is.

And I'm totally okay with that. (We're both secretly hoping for another boy!)

Now let's hope that we don't find out it's a girl, and I get caught looking like I don't like my baby. I know someone who was pretty clear about what she wanted, and found out it was the opposite. It was a pretty awkward situation for everyone involved...

I will also be equally excited if it's a girl! I really will! I promise! But I feel like God's promised me another boy, and if he doesn't come through this time, Matt and I will have to have "the talk." The "maybe we should consider having more than two" talk. Which neither of us wants to have. Trust me.

Any last minute guesses before we head out to find out whether we're the parents of two boys, or a boy and a girl (or God help us, more than that?) I can't wait until the moment I can know my child's name. The moment I can picture my complete family all together. Look back and imagine my two boys (I mean, er, two children) sitting in the back seat arguing with each other.

These are the thoughts that make me feel so dreamy...