Genderama!

So this Thursday is the day of H's ultrasound, the most likely time that we will see the child's gender. For some reason, I feel like this will make everything more real.  I mean, it's not that things haven't been real so far. It feels like moving though.

Whenever H and I move, it's an exercise in procrastination and denial. We make token efforts to move things around, maybe throw some books into a box, maybe clean out the fridge. We somehow delude ourselves into thinking we are making decent progress.  Then comes the move out day. Just thinking about move out day makes me tired...  We've always underestimated how much crap we have and how much cleaning we need to do.  It becomes an experience in last minute exhaustion.

I really, really don't want this to happen when it comes to the baby. Unfortunately for H and me, I think we need a tangible sign that prompts us to get ourselves in gear prior to the last minute. Hopefully the little guy will be giving a thumbs up or pointing to his wrist or something when we get the pictures!