we are going to find out if it is a boy or a girl in about two weeks, at which point i will be able to stop referring to our little person as an "it." yikes. in the meantime, baby everton gets bigger and bigger with every passing day (and so do i...). i just keep crossing my fingers that people think that a chubby, pregnant dani is a cute dani.
just think, around valentine's day you'll be thinking about romantic dates and chick flicks and i will be praying to go into labor. sigh. i can't wait.
ps: my dad snuck me into the emergency room to get an ultrasound a few weeks ago and imagine my surprise when we saw him/her sucking his/her tiny thumb. i died a little. so cute. i can't wait to meet him/her! (do you see how annoying it is not to know which pronoun to use?) Also, in case you were concerned for a moment there, my dad's a doctor, so apparently sneaking your daughter into the er to perform a covert ultrasound is totes kosher.