Update: It's a boy!

Shortly after having my appendix ripped from my body (okay, that was slightly dramatic but it really was a traumatic experience) we found out in October that the peanut is a he. Douglas couldn't be more thrilled and Dad is over the top excited (he bought pee pee tee pees the day he found out we were expecting!)

So it's my boy stirring in there...kicking furiously through out the day as if my bladder has personally done something to offend him. If I didn't know better I'd think I was carrying a Beckham but I won't complain...he's busy, my son...MY son. Ah the wonder of it all.