The time is near

Friday is a big day. It's when we find out if the baby is a boy or a girl.

So far, Dave's mom thinks its a girl. His sister thinks its a boy. His niece is demanding a girl. You guys are leaning toward girl too, according to my little poll. Me? I have no idea.

People keep asking me if I have a preference. I'm a little panicky about the health of the baby, but assuming that's all normal, I've been saying I think I'd prefer a boy. Mostly because I know what a little shit I was as a child and I don't think I can handle a mini-me. And then, I spent a good three hours with two little boys this weekend for my sister-in-law's wedding. What the HELL was I thinking?

These two little boys -- what, 5 years old? -- were nonstop bundles of what seemed like crack-laced energy. They were running all over the place, trashing their (rented) suits, spilling drinks, seizure-dancing around the limo bus and farting up a storm. I wanted to crush up a little Xanax and slip it into their Gatorade. I mean, it's not like they were misbehaving. They were just being boys. But good lord, what a wake-up call.

Dave, meanwhile, has been rooting for a girl. If our pregnant friends are any indication, he'll get what he wants -- I think every preggo I know is having a girl this year. Mel's daughter is due this month, Erin's daughter in August, Rachel's daughter in August, the chick I met at the wedding is having a girl in August... Lots of pink going on. 

But we'll know for sure on Friday around 10am. Get your last-minute guesses in now.