I have never been more excited to use a pronoun. Tomorrow morning I get to start calling the baby in my belly he or she! My ultrasound is scheduled for 9:15am. Tomorrow might be the only morning of this pregnancy that I will be excited to climb out of the comfort of my bed.

I feel like baby is a girl. I feel like I know she is a she. I feel like tomorrow is just a confirmation of what I already know. This baby is a girl. I will be shocked if I learn otherwise. I will feel… well I am not sure exactly what I will feel but I would bet the last scoop of mint and chip ice cream on earth that I will feel something. That is what I do best this pregnancy. I feel. I feel everything. The Olympics have been banned in our house because they evoke to many emotions for me to handle. I can’t watch a single event without crying. I mean seriously, think about it. That athlete has worked his or her entire life for that single moment. He or she must be so nervous and excited and proud and scared and anxious…. I feel everything along with that athlete. I cry no matter who wins. I don’t care what country gets the medal. I am so overwhelmed with joy for that person standing on that platform. Don’t even get me started on the family sitting in the stands routing on said athlete! That is more than this pregnant woman can handle. So anyways, when I say that I feel like this baby is a girl, I mean I feel that this baby is a girl. I will have a hard time accepting otherwise. Not that a third boy wouldn’t be incredible… Its just that I would be equally surprised if I was growing a watermelon in my belly as I would be finding out this baby is a boy!

So tomorrow if I find out that this baby is a boy, I am going to be Googling support groups. If you already know of a link, send it my way. If the ultrasound confirms my feeling, I will be going on a very pink shopping spree!

Tomorrow I get to use pronouns!

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