The night before the big day

Thursday's a doubly big day, and while I usually don't lump my posts so close together, celebrating our veterans has afforded me this special opportunity to share, very quickly, my predictions for tomorrow.

For my first prediction, I predict that Danny will graduate. Ok just kidding. What I really wanted to say is that it has come to my attention that it is in fact possible, if you're lucky, to tell the sex of your baby at 14 weeks pregnant. Tomorrow we are going to our first doctor's appointment and will very likely get a sonogram for #5.

When I was pregnant with Dominic, I thought he was a girl. But the night before our sonogram, I had a Moe's burrito and it absolutely convinced me that Dominic was in fact a boy. And so he was.

When I was pregnant with Noemie, I determined she was a girl because I craved bruschetta with fresh mozzarella- the kind you can't buy at Publix. Only a girl would want that. Score again.

This time, I am predicting it will be a boy. The only serious craving (and boy was it serious) that I've had was for iceberg lettuce. But everything else feels just like my first pregnancy. And well, it's just a hunch anyway. I just wanted to put it out there cuz if I'm right again, someone should buy me a new car. Preferably a Honda Pilot. Oh! With a salad bar!