Pink is for girls

While we were waiting to see if "it" had worked, Tim and I talked about names and fun things like that. I told him I had several girls names picked out, because I guess I was hoping for a girl. If we had twin boys, I was going to be in trouble! Tim had some funny names for boys he apparently has been dreaming up for years: Ian Peter Daily (or I pee daily) and Ian Dewet Daily (I do it daily). Hmmm. I like the names Ian and Peter, but no thank you!

So shortly after we had that BFP (message board slang: Big Fat Positive), I dressed for the day in comfy pink loungewear. Tim quipped, "So are you trying to influence the baby into being a girl?"

He's had a few funny lines like that in the past four weeks...

Dating a pregnancy is funny math. Technically, the day that the sperm meet the egg, you already are considered two weeks pregnant. Wow, whodathunkit? I've been two weeks pregnant every month my whole life! Two weeks afterwards, when you can first tell reliably that an embryo (or more) has implanted in your uterus, you are then technically FOUR WEEKS or ONE MONTH pregnant. Trust me, every week you can add makes you feel a whole lot better - so whoever came up with this math was smart in a sneaky way.

After the ultrasound, when I was almost seven weeks pregnant, I had a wonderful dream. I was breastfeeding a baby boy - my baby boy! His mouth was all covered with milk, it was pretty funny. I was looking down at him at my chest, and I was filled with love. When I woke up, I decided it didn't matter if I had a boy or a girl. So now I am thinking I want to be surprised when the baby is born. Tim wants to know the gender, though, as will most everyone else who we will meet, I bet. If we had twins, I would probably want to know. I may change my mind over the course of the next seven months.

Which reminds me - our due date is Thanksgiving Day! So does that mean I have a turkey in the oven??