It's like popcorn popping

Today, as I drove to work, Trogdor made his/her presence known (or was attempting to build a new wing to my uterus). Baby books often describe it as feeling like butterflies, but to me, it feels like popcorn popping. Just little staccato movements that kind of bounce. It's crazy, to say the least.

In other pregnancy news, the ultrasound is this week. Hopefully, if Trogdor's cooperative, the kid's hands won't obscure whether or not it's a boy or a girl. People have asked whether or not we want a boy or a girl, and in all honestly, I don't have a preference.

There's pros and cons to both. I think that a girl would be easy for me to identify with, up until they hit teenage years and have to deal with that insane passive aggressive bullshit that girls sometimes do. Not to mention, with a baby girl, there's a lot of pink in clothing -- as well as the future of trying to police the skanky teen wear.

With a boy, it'd be more rambunctious and I have a horrifying feeling that the housing repair bill may skyrocket (especially if Mike and Em's son and ours begin wreaking havoc like half of the stories that Jeff's told me about him and Mike). Not to mention, boys are completely foreign to me, since I grew up in an all female-household.

But I guess that no matter what, I just want my baby to be healthy, be it boy or girl.

But if it's a girl, I hope that we don't get so much pink that she looks like she got hosed down in Pepto Bismol.