Hey look! I took a picture of my pregnant self...and the weird bottle opener that came with the house.
I digress.
Just popping in quickly to say, "Today's the Day! The Gender day!"
I didn't want to know what I am having. I wanted the surprise. Derrick wanted to know. So, we are finding out. I'll admit it's made today very exciting.
Quinten has assured me it is a baby sister. I said, "Well, only God decides that, He's in charge."
"Well, mom, I'm going to pray and ask God to make it a baby sister. Dear God, please let me have a baby sister. Amen....He said "yes" mom."
After that amazing prophecy, I don't know why we're bothering to check with the ultrasound.
So what do you think? Boy? Girl? You have a fifty-fifty chance of being right here. Also, should I keep the bottle opener when I repaint the kitchen? Finally, what should I do with a rowdy bunch of evil red squirrels who (I think) are living in my attic?
