Just so you know...

It's 1 week until my second gender ultrasound ... the one to make sure Eleanor didn't grow a who-ha.

Then it's 5 weeks until my shower.

Then 2 weeks until Thanksgiving.

Then 4 weeks until Christmas

Annnnnndddddd..... 2 weeks until baby.

That's practically TOMORROW. I swear, every day it gets a week closer. This poor child isn't going to have a nursery until April. AGHK!

And can we take a second to talk about what I'm going to do if Eleanor did, in fact, become a boy in the last 8 weeks? I'm pretty sure that I will:
A. Cry.
B. Mourn the loss of my "daughter".
C. Worry that I've caused significant and lasting gender confusion for my "son" who will now undoubtedly grow up to wear eyeliner and compete in drag queen shows... all because I called him Eleanor in the womb. Not to mention that he's going to have to wear nothing but pink until he's in Kindergarten. Here's hoping she's still a her.