Without the use of an ultrasound. Hubby figured it out last night. It was so brillant I had to share.
It’s no secret that the *girls* have gotten exponentially larger in the past month. It’s scary, really. So last night Hubby says to me:
Hubby: “I know you are having a boy.”
Me: “Oh yeah? How so?”
Hubby: “Well, your boobs didn’t get this big with Avery, and boys really like boobies, so it must be a boy.”
Me: “OOOOOKKKKK??????” (dumbfounded look on my face)
Shit, well there you have it friends. No need for fancy machinary or doctors. He summed it up in a nutshell. But I won’t be running out and buying a bunch of blue onesies anytime soon. I think I will wait until the end of February and get a second opinion from the OBs office.
(I did warn him too that he was going to be the topic of my blog post today…)