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Boy or girl?

Tomorrow, I have an ultrasound. I'm almost 22 weeks pregnant.

If the baby does not reveal his or her special parts, I shall be very disappointed.

Hubs is convinced it's a boy.

My mom is attending the Big Show with us, and if it's a girl she and I plan to point at hubs
and say, "In yer face."

I know that most of you have already cast your votes. If you haven't, feel free to comment with your gender guess. I wish be giving away something blue or something pinkspice.

These people guessed girl:
Lilly
Jen
Vicki Rocho
Frankie Diane Mallis
Christine Danek
B.E. Sanderson
Natalie Murphy
ND
Linda Henderson
Rose Cooper

These guessed boy:
Jenna Wallace
MJenks
pinkflipflops
jayme @ kentucky blonde
a little pink in the cornfields
Simon Larter
Guesses it's a Griffin:
Travener

Housekeeping: If you don't see your entry here, leave your guess in the comments below. Yes, the prize is still a mystery. If you don't like that, too badspice.
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Unknown said…
PRAYING FOR A GIRL!!!! I want to join in on the "In yer face" as well!!!

Good luck! Can't wait!
August 9, 2010 at 7:07 PM
carissa said…
GIRL!!!! Only because boys are stupid. But either way, you'll grow to love it I'm sure.

:)
August 9, 2010 at 11:19 PM
jayme said…
i change my guess! I THINK IT'S A GIRL!!!!! ;0)
August 10, 2010 at 11:25 AM
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