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Matt and I found out the sex of Baby G today! Yes, it is time for that already. My friend and fellow teacher Melissa asked me today, "You're about three months, right?" Uh, where have you been, Melissa, while I've been complaining to you about constant exhaustion and groin aches? I'm halfway done with this thing called pregnancy.

So, since I first found out I was pregnant back in July, I've felt like this baby was a boy. I accidentally found myself using masculine pronouns when referencing my bun in the oven, and I wondered why those choices came so naturally. I chalked it up to my very well-developed mother's intuition.

Several weeks ago, my Uncle Harvey told me that if my Grandma Ree were alive, she'd have me down on the floor, holding her wedding ring on a chain above my navel. Up until that point, I had avoided really looking into any of the old wives tales about how to determine the sex of one's unborn child, but since I miss my Grandma Ree like crazy, I agreed that my Uncle Harv should perform this ritual for fun. You know, it's what she would want. So, everyone in the room had to take a turn, and we ended up with varied results: two boys and one girl.

Since March, four of my best college friends have delivered little boys: Connor, Ryne, Kellan, and Beckett. And Vanessa is expecting a little boy in November. And Robyn and Joe just had a little boy, Rory. All that testosterone definitely solidified my inkling that we were having a boy. I mean, I swear I understand how probability works, but man...that's a lot of little boys. 

So, we had our appointment today. We asked the woman performing our ultrasound to write the sex on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope. Then, we had a big reveal party on our dinner date for two at Milagro. Before Matt's celebratory margarita even arrived, he ripped into the envelope.

He asked me (with a crazy excited grin on his face), "Okay, what do you think it is, again?"

I shouted, "A boy! Duh!"

Then he revealed a picture of our baby girl's very telling anatomy, and my jaw dropped to the table and hung there for five minutes.

Wow. A baby girl. We are so thrilled, thrilled beyond belief. Little Baby Girl Guymon, or GG, as I've already taken to calling her, and Matt has already begun opposing.

And also, I probably need to develop some sort of mother's intuition before March because I was just plain wrong. Not only was I wrong, but I was so steadfast in my wrongness that I was slightly arrogant about my gender predicting skillz.

After we got home, I went upstairs to put on my favorite pregnant lady outfit (this lovely ensemble always involves a Charlotte Hornets sweatshirt I've had since 1992 or so), and when I came down, Matt was on the laptop.

I asked, "What are you doing?"

He replied calmly, "Buying a gun."

Oh Lord, here begins a lifetime of worry for Matt and his little girl.

But, it's rather adorable. Okay, really adorable.