For want of a gender-specific pronoun, we’ve been referring to the baby as Captain Fetus for the last 20 weeks. It seemed rude to call The Captain an “it,” and saying “him or her” is downright exhausting.
But all of this changes tomorrow.
You see, tomorrow is the 20-week ultrasound, when we hopefully learn the sex of our future child so that we can begin to pin unwarranted gender-specific hopes onto Captain Fetus.
Our neighbor’s kid — never wrong when guessing the sex, evidently — has hedged her bets and guessed both boy and girl. Terri’s mom has threatened to disavow any non-girl child we produce. People are mostly split on their guesses, which I suppose is natural when the odds are 50/50.
Still, there’s a question here that has been wholly unavoidable: what do we want? What do we want to pin our hopes to?
Tomorrow brings a whole host of craziness and emotion and fear and hope and, if we’re being totally honest, we’re pretty sold on either. We have more awesome girl names, if that means anything for you.
All of which is to say that we’re down to the final countdown, and time is running short to make your guess.
So what is it, dear reader? What do you hope for? What does your intuition tell you? What do the old wives tales say?
We’ll post the results in a very special video episode of Will and Terri: The Musical. If you’re super lucky, I’ll even try and post it tomorrow!
Until then, you can’t say the words “final countdown” and not post this video. This is the internet. There are rules.