It's a boy!

So, this came as little surprise to me, because I have sworn this was a boy from day one.

I just had a feeling, and the feeling was right.

Despite everyone saying I was wrong-literally dozens of people swearing up and down that I was wrong, mother's instinct wins out. Suck it up, all you non-believers. Moms just know.

Mr. W couldn't be more pleased with himself. You would think he spawned it himself and did all the work. Meanwhile, mommy is sitting here with the worst backache I have ever had in my life, feeling like I need to go to bed at 6:30.

I swear, this child is trying to chew his way out.

I keep telling Mr. W that his baby is eating me and he just doesn't believe me. The kid is coming out with a full set of teeth, if you ask me.

My son is already a chip off the old block. A huge pain in my back side.

Now comes the fun part. We get to decorate and buy cute little baby things, and then, we get to name the spawn.

Mr. W is insisting on several names he feels would be great, yet I only hear "pro-wrestler" when they are spoken. I tried to tell him, he is getting his mini-me, I should at least get to name it.

Now he is trying to fight me on that, too.

I can see this is a one way street here at the W household.

My opinion no longer counts. The testosterone is flowing fully and any chance of a peaceful end to my pregnancy is in the toilet.

On a happy note, I did get Mr. W to agree to let me take his credit card shopping for clothes to put on our little son. Granted, it is the one with a very low limit, but I will take what I can get when he's buying!

I also just realized it is no wonder I have been dying for blue Icees for months, now. The baby has been decorating my uterus.