Yeah, being pg is not my fave thing in the world. It's just... weird to me.
BUT the very best part of my pregnancy with DD was finding out she was a gurl and rushing over to tell DH's 95yo grandma (before we even told our parents) that she was finally getting her first (great)granddaughter. At that point, she had three grandsons and four great-grandsons. Everyone told us that 'The Fouts Curse' would get us, too, except for Grandma who insisted that it was a gurl from the minute we told her that we were expecting.
The look of pure joy on her face made all three of us start to bawl. She kept hugging us over and over again, asking if we were sure, and holding the u/s as close as possible to her cute wrinkled face trying to see what the tiny white arrow was pointing to.
She still looks at DD in that same amazing loving joyful way.
