Girl

When you're at the ultrasound, the technician always ask if you want to know if it's a boy or a girl. Wifey is the type who definitely wants to know. She's the practical type. She's the type who finds it difficult not to skip to the last chapter of a book. And in this case, she's right, it's the practical thing to do. It gives us a little more time to imagine we can plan and control things.

But to be honest, I sort of wanted to close my ears and not know. It was enough that he or she was healthy and growing. In that second before the technician told us, I had a moment where I could picture his or her life years in the future, and in large part it being determined by the simple fact of gender. Wow. Maybe it shouldn't be so, but so much is dependent on that simple immutable fact. The expectations are different. (And you're kidding yourself if you don't think women have it worse.)

So it's going to be a girl. Awesome.