on pink or blue...

On Friday, we find out if we're having a boy or a girl.

It sounds silly, but I've rather enjoyed this time of not knowing. It's been this little mystery where the answer is so close yet so far away. As I rest my hand on my (slowly) growing belly, it's the oddest thing knowing that it's already decided. All the bits and pieces are there. It's already a little girl of boy, floating around in there without a care in the world (unless you count my relentless poking, trying to make it dance around so I can feel it…I'm obviously an awesome parent already).

When I first found out I was pregnant, I was sure I was having a little girl. Of course it's a girl! I just know it. I'm hardly a mother, but let's call it mothers' intuition. I just have a feeling, that feeling people always talk about…it's definitely a girl. After my second ultrasound, I had this shift in perspective and all of a sudden I was completely sure it was a boy. How silly of me to assume it was a girl! Psh! It's obviously a boy. I'm sure of it! We are totally going to have a mini-Jay running around here and it's going to be epic.

However, for the past few weeks every bit of intuition has completely left my body. I literally have no idea what I'm having. At all. Not even a hint. Although, these are the things I do know:

• I will be honestly thrilled whether it is a boy or a girl. I definitely want a daughter someday (because a son will most likely not want to watch Meg Ryan movies with me, among other traditionally female activities). But I've decided that I definitely want a son, too. I will most likely weep with joy after finding out, no matter what the wee one may be.
• In almost all my nightly baby dreams I have a daughter. Like, 9 times out of 10. And she is always fantastic. (I have yet to endure any remarkably stressful baby dreams, which surprises me because I'm the queen of stress dreams. While asleep I experience my teeth falling out at least once a month. Hold me.)
• I am carrying rather high (from what I can tell).
• Almost all the family members I've talked to about it think I'm having a boy.
• Symptom-wise, I'm not violently ill on a constant basis, but it really comes and goes. They say if you're having a girl you end up feeling like poo during your pregnancy, but I think that an unusual amount of good hair days have outweighed any nausea. Most days, I do feel all glowy, which has been fantastic.
• I don't have any real cravings yet. Well, I do feel more in the mood for certain foods and beverages, but it's nothing so out of the ordinary that I feel it could be defined as a "pregnancy craving" and not simply a "Kerri craving". (I must admit that processed cheese always sounds like manna from heaven these days. Like, I'd stab things in order to have my way with a bag of Cheetos.)
• According to the Chinese Gender Calendar, I'm having a girl.

So, now I'm tempted to ask each of you: If you had to guess, would you say boy or girl? Pink or blue? Sinclair or Marfo? (Okay, ignore that last one; Jay and I were having too much fun with a baby names book.)