On Tuesday morning, while brushing his teeth, Bart said, "I think we should find out the gender of the baby this weekend."
And so, today, we drove to Rhode Island and found out that we're having a . . .
I was fairly certain it was a girl going in (I really would have been shocked if they'd announced it was a boy), but I was amazed how exciting it was to really know one way or the other. It's a girl!
Now to switch to using "her" instead of "it."