Because, hopefully, we will find out whether we are having a boy or a girl tomorrow.
We will know if Nate is going to have a little brother or little sister.
When I was pregnant with Nate, I had this gut feeling that I was having a boy. Despite an inaccurate Intelligender Test, I always maintained that he was a boy. This time, I have no idea. I'm not really leaning one way or the other. All I know is that this baby moves so much more than Nate did. Even though I am only 20 weeks along (halfway already!), sometimes I literally feel this baby doing somersaults. At times, there is constant motion in my belly.
Oh, and here's another little bit of trivia for ya. At about 9 weeks pregnant with Nate, I developed a little layer of peach fuzz on my chin. It was pretty interesting to say the least. Ryan and I always chalked it up to the extra testosterone roaming my body. But this time? No peach fuzz.
So, what's your guess? Boy or girl?
I'll be back tomorrow to share the news. :)