So, this is not really a house renovation entry- and honestly, with everything else going on, the renovation entries might be a bit more sparse over the coming months. If you’re reading this blog for that content- I heartily apologize and recommend skipping this post and coming back in a day or two when I start getting into our attic renovation…
I had my sixth month doctor’s appointment today for the baby- and it was the usual. Pee in a cup. Stand on a scale with an embarrassingly large weight read-out. Wait about 30 minutes to talk to the doctor for 5 minutes.
Things are looking healthy- and the doctor said my ultrasound scans look good. The only glitch was my doctor’s face when I told her the sex. A squishy-notsosure-grimace flashed across her face when I said the technician gave an 80% certainty about the sex.
Of course, when I asked if that was bad, her response was “Well…Take it for what it is- 80%.”
So, there are two sides to this coin…If I were in Vegas and given 80% odds that I would win, I would be mortgaging my house. But if I also feel that if I was told there was a 80% chance my drink was poison-free, I would probably die of thirst.
And while I’m itching to know 100% what the sex of the baby is- I’m also keeping all the “my sister’s friend’s cousin had the exact opposite of what they told her!” stories in the back of my mind…
Gender neutral it is!
Thoughts? Or maybe just the thought that I’m over thinking it?