Tomorrow we do the ultra sound that should reveal if Butterbean is a boy or girl. I'm rooting for a boy simply because I won't have to worry about him being addicted to High School Musical crap. The only problem is they're now calling for more than a couple flurries falling overnight.
During the cruise, Gran really hated us calling it Butterbean. "That's going to stick," she kept saying. But I know that after we discover the gender, we'll be calling the Butterbean by its future name. Figure it's good to get it used to being scolded properly in the womb.
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