Me: Are you going to be disappointed if it’s a boy?
Before I tell you what he said, you do know the “correct” answer, right?
I don’t care as long as it’s healthy.
Mark: I’ll get over it.
He’ll get over it? Has he learned nothing from all the baby etiquette books we have?
Oh. Wait. We’ve only bought one book. And it’s about why we should make out during labor*. NOT about how you shouldn’t say “I’ll get over it” when talking about the gender of your unborn child.
Sigh. So much to learn.
We found out yesterday that the little Marshmallow is in fact a little boy. A perfect and wonderful little boy.
After our appointment Mark and I were on cloud nine. We grabbed breakfast and talked about the insanity that had just happened. We saw into my abdomen and got our very first peek at our son. Our SON!
We have also decided that, for 2010 anyways, an ultrasound machine has officially replaced a fully-loaded leather massage chair as most awesome potential Christmas present ever.
*Mark has vetoed this idea in its entirety.