Baby A (or was it B? Eh, one of them) is a boy!
Twin B was a bit shy. We saw something, but said thing was not conclusively a boy-thing.
My pathological need to shop the baby girl isles has me holding onto hope that the undetermined thing we saw was merely a hand or other gender-neutral piece of anatomy, but we should know for sure next week.
Until then, Donald's taken to calling them his boys. And, after a particularly vivid dream last week of me conversing with two adorably chunky 2 year old boys in matching overalls, complete with their father's frontal cowlick on both, I've happily hopped on the "boys" bandwagon too.
We'll know soon enough though!
Twin B was a bit shy. We saw something, but said thing was not conclusively a boy-thing.
My pathological need to shop the baby girl isles has me holding onto hope that the undetermined thing we saw was merely a hand or other gender-neutral piece of anatomy, but we should know for sure next week.
Until then, Donald's taken to calling them his boys. And, after a particularly vivid dream last week of me conversing with two adorably chunky 2 year old boys in matching overalls, complete with their father's frontal cowlick on both, I've happily hopped on the "boys" bandwagon too.
We'll know soon enough though!
