Pink or Blue?

Today is the day that we find out what we are having.  A Boy or a Girl.  I tend to lean more towards thinking that we are having a girl despite the fact that I am more so hoping for a boy.  Of course either way I will be happy (insert here any other comments necessary to stop people from saying "as long as the baby is healthy that's all that matters...)  Of course I know this is true and will love my baby regardless of gender, but I'm allowed to have a preference.

I'm not really sure why, but I just get the feeling that this baby is another girl.  Maybe I'm unconsciously trying for a little reverse psychology.  Girls have just been the trend with the men in my family as of late so I'm not confident that is going to change.  However, my twin brother did have a boy last fall so maybe he has broken the cycle of estrogen domination.  So I have officially placed my bets on team pink because ultimately, I just have to go with my gut... and I want to be right.

Finding out the gender of our child is bringing us one huge step closer to this whole thing being a reality.  Of course I have known all along that we are pregnant and a baby is coming it just hasn't felt super real yet.  I'm sure that is mainly because I am the dad and I don't have anything living in my body as a constant reminder of things to come.  I'm sure if something was pressing on my bladder at 2AM I would think about it more too.  Also, we have done almost zero prep work for the child to come.  Theoretically, we will have a place for him/her, we just are not sure where that will be.  We are strongly considering putting a girl in the same room with Julia, thus retaining our "pile of crap" room.  This is the room in the house where everything that doesn't really have a home gets stacked.  It's a little ridiculous at the moment as it is serving as guest room/office/storage at the moment.  If we have a boy, he will take over this room and all of the stuff in the "pile of crap" room will have to find a new home.  Where exactly, I have absolutely no idea.  We just don't want to make a boy live in Julia's pink, green, and purple room.  Not that he would care or know the difference, but you know what I mean.

By this point in time when we had Julia, we had a boy name and a girl name picked out.  Although we ultimately scrapped the girl name that we had and went with something else entirely.  The point is, we had one picked.  This time around, we have nothing.  There are a few boy names that each of us like, but nothing that we can agree on.  We have zero girl names picked.  It's all contributes to the overall feeling that I have of not being the least bit ready for this child to get here. 

Oh well, I'm not going to try and stress out too much about it.  That's future Michael and Breanne's problem.