Really, the title of this post should be “Does it have a penis?” but I thought that might get too many spammers’ attention.
We find out in just a few short weeks whether Baby Davis is a boy or a girl, and while I would much prefer this fetus to have a penis so that I can add another gentleman to the world (they are so few and far between), I am willing to bet money that it’s a girl. Why? Well, every Chinese chart, old wives tale and silly online quiz points to it. The heart rate points to a girl. Even my heart skips a beat when I think of our little girl. And it’s the girl name Drew and I can never quite agree on, which means it just has to be a girl. To top if all off, I keep referring to this little one as a she. Great.
This may all be rubbish. I may look at the ultrasound monitor and see a penis and scream out loud with joy…or I may see the lack of a penis and vow to never let my little girl go on a date (while also screaming out loud with joy, of course). It’s that simple, people.
Now, if only The Hubs would understand that you can’t learn everything you need to know about childbirth by watching the Cosby Show…