Mondays always suck. Why is that? I've been pretty crabby today and have blamed most of it on the pregnancy. I know it's a girl, because my hormones are whacked. We will find out for sure at 1:45 on Thursday afternoon. Ben is taking the part of the day off and we are taking Brennan out of school for this momentous event. Never before in the history of our baby-making have we found out the sex of the baby. (I knew they were boys, but Ben had his hopes up for girls both times.)

We got Brennan's school pictures back and they're so good, I started laughing! Which he got mad at me about. Maybe I can scan one. I guess I just always thought school pictures were crappy, but Brennan's photogenic that way. He can make any pic look good. Although I decided not to put any first-day-of-school pics on because, honestly, I couldn't get a good one. He just didn't want his picture taken. Maybe when we find out the baby's a girl, I can get one of him smiling. He's certain it's a girl and already calls her Isabelle (not my fave). Of course, IF the baby's not a girl, we can get one of him crying. Micah says it's a girl, too...or, according to him, a giwl. I promise, I did not put these thoughts into their wee little brains.