The Universe has spoken. Apparently it was tired of my fertility flip-flopping and made the decision for me. Yes, I am pregnant with baby #3. And it just so happens that I got rid of most of my baby stuff just last month. Fortunately, I have plenty of fertile friends and family members who are willing to share. However, since most of them had baby girls earlier this year, I suppose I better start thinking pink.

And why not think pink anyway? I’ve been floating in a sea of blue for over 6 years now. I need a proper caretaker for my sons’ neglected Snow White and Cinderella dolls. Although, I’d be thrilled if she preferred dinosaurs to the dolls. Because dinosaurs are just so cool. And I don’t think I’ll ever grow out of them.

A friend of mine has a theory about her circle of friends. She is convinced that the third child of her friend’s children will be girls. And why shouldn’t she be convinced� Every single one of her friends who have children, had 2 boys first. The only friends that have girls are the friends who had a third child. She is included in this because she just had her third child a few months ago. Oh yeah, it was a girl. Nobody has ventured into the scary 4 kids territory yet, so we don’t know what the future holds for them. But if her theory holds true, I’ll be looking at a little princess (or tomboy) in about 8 months. That baby is coming home from the hospital in a tutu dammit! I may be just the one though to knock her little theory out into orbit. All it takes is that XY chromosome.

Honestly though, all the talk about gender is fun, but it really doesn’t matter to me. I can accept and be happy as the wife and mother from the TV show Home Improvement. (Yes, my husband is a version of Tim the Toolman Taylor).

I need to worry about our sleep situation more than the gender of our unborn baby. Our 6-year-old and our almost 4-year-old, still bed hop at night. Most nights we are squeezed into our queen size like a can of sardines. Only some of our sardines are inverted and perpendicular. To steal a line (and replace one word) from one of my favorite movies, Jaws, “We’re gonna need a bigger bed!”

And that’s not all…