We’re supposed to find out today. Everyone keeps asking us what we think it’ll be, and we keep saying that there’s a pretty good chance that it’s either a boy or a girl.
I know it sounds lame, but it’s true. I hate it when people ask me what I want, because I don’t want to feel bad about the fact that I wanted a boy and then found out it was a girl, or vice versa. I want this baby to be healthy. I want this child to have a strong mind. I want this child to follow Christ much more closely than I have. I’ll post something later if we find out anything definitive.