As you are well aware, today is the day we were supposed to find out your sex. This was big for us because it meant we could start buying gender-appropriate onesies, get started on decorating your room, and perhaps even decide on a name other than Burby, Burglet, Burgito/Burgita, or Strong Bad.
But the joke was on us, as you kept your legs tightly crossed and clamped together through the whole ultrasound while we poked around helplessly. I’m sure you thought this was hilarious. You are clearly our child. I think the Doppler even picked up some muffled laughter. Honestly, the smartass in me is fighting the urge to be proud. At least at 19 weeks we know you are the appropriate size and species. And that’s about it.
We love you no matter what and are very happy to see you are thriving and exercising your smartass genes so early on. I believe you may be a prodigy in that regard. But we do urge you to be more of a team player next time, unless you just really like green and yellow.
Mom and Dad