BDR - a boy?

Almost since Day 1 of the pregnancy, KJ and I have been on the same page: BDR's a girl. Thus, the constant referring to "she" and "her" and "(top-secret name)."

Seriously, if I'd given birth in January or February, and the doctor said, "it's a boy," my first response would have been, "Really? Can you double check?"

Or, for example, take our recent discussion with our family practitioner about circumcision. It's fair to say that we never considered the topic because it never occurred to us that BDR would be XY.

But now?

We're both swinging toward a 50-50 position. It's cool, since it's something that has happened independently. A few weeks ago, Kevin confessed he thought it could be a boy, and I concurred. The last time we had such a similar independent convergence was when we decided on the girl's name - a late entry from left field that obliterated the competition.

Anyway, we had a doctor's appointment yesterday, in which we confirmed:
- BDR's still not in breech position;
- BDR's still jammed up in my right ribcage;
- BDR's heart still is beating;
- and Kevin will need to get a flu shot in October.

I think it might be fair to say that it was the last item which made the strongest impression on KJ.