Today is the day we go to the doctor to hopefully find out the sex of baby #2. I have all sorts of mixed feelings about this day, and the fact that it's come so fast leaves me wondering if I'm truly ready to put a gender to this baby. But one thing reigns true, I don't care one way or the other. It's no lie that an ideal situation would be one boy and one girl, but I refuse, for one instant to ever believe that any
family who is made up of all of one sex is nowhere near as happy as a family
that has one of each.
So God, what 'cha got planned for us?
