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today's the big day (and it isn't too late to enter my giveaway!)

It was soooo hard to sleep last night! I'm headed to my Dr.'s appointment at 9:30, and I can't wait to find out if this little person growing inside me is a little guy or a little gal.

I had the weirdest dreams last night -- hubs family and my family were "there" and throwing us some huge luncheon for the big reveal. It was utter chaos. At one point, I had to walk down a street to get to hubs (I was trying, frantically, to locate him so that we could ride to the Dr.'s appointment together.) I ended up getting a ride from these four women on a float of some kind. One painted my nails. *Must stop watching America's Got Talent.*

Randoms!

Anyway, there's still time to enter my elusive gender-bender giveaway.

Is it a boy or a girl? (Pink is so pretty...)

Leave your guesses in the comments below or on the original post.

I'll be back later with results. SQUEEspice. Best. day. ever.

Comments

Christine Danek said…
can't wait to hear the results. You must be so excited.
I'm going with girl. Because I know how incredibly excitedspice you'll be to dress her up in pink and tape bows to her tiny cute little head. ... of course, it's a boy, just remember -- that's only one penis to worry about as he gets older. When it's a girl, you have to worry about every penis in the world :p
~*~Lilly~*~ said…
Okay my dear, the suspense is killing me!!! Can't wait to hear which it is. Ya know i will live through you on the whole 1st time baby experience then make my decision if i want to have one after ;) lol

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