Pinch Me.

Just back from longest appointment ever, and hotly anticipating my dinner, so I won’t waste time with exposition:

Baby A is a boy, and not shy about it, either, more or less sitting on the camera immediately and spreading his legs.

Baby B, on the other hand, required extensive poking before crossly revealing her girlhood. Even then, she wouldn’t stay in position long enough for a thorough examination, so the doctor plans to double check her sex at my Level II ultrasound on the 31st. But she had the “three lines” they look for, and was conspicuously lacking a scrotum, so I am hopeful that she will remain female.

I am just about dead with happiness. A boy and a girl! A girl and a boy! Both.