The Ultrasound

Tomorrow morning, weather permitting, we should be seeing our little one. I had a dream on Sunday night that baby was a girl, which was fine and normal, but baby also looked like a raw chicken breast. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to cook a raw chicken breast again.

I am incredibly excited to learn the sex of our little one. Like, I may not be able to sleep tonight. Someone at work today tried to convince me to not find out, but I told him to give it up, it was a lost cause. I just want to know. I want to end the suspense because I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY LONGER. Everyone asks if we have a guess, but I honestly have no idea. In the beginning, I thought girl, and I had a dream that baby was a boy. Lately, I've been thinking that baby is a boy, but then I had a dream that baby was a girl. And looked like a chicken breast. So I just don't know.

I am equally excited about seeing the little bean. I understand we'll be taking measurements and looking for any abnormalities, and I look forward to hearing that all is well and good.

Tomorrow morning cannot come fast enough.