Bur poor Sass Monkey. We will need to stop by the grocery store for some "emotional support" cupcakes to liberally apply after we drop this bomb on him. He was insistent we have a boy and that we name it "Gunman". He was adamant about "No more sisters." Tough breaks, buddy. Here... let the buttercreme make it better.
But.... just maybe.... it's the universe looking out for me. Because you see, last night, as a freshly bathed Sass Monkey ninja-style tea-bagged my woefully unprotected knee caps while laughing maniacally (knowing full well that Mommy was a sitting duck because she was very roundly stuck in a giant, leather bean bag chair) I thought to myself "Oh gawd.... what if it's another boy?"... and then "Ug... that is uncomfortably warm...".
Just a thought. Just a thought.