Gender: No clue. The doctors could not even give us a guess at our appointment because we have a Tactical Fetus and/or gymnast growing inside of me. I honestly have zero intuition, but everyone else seems to think it will be either a girl or a boy. We will see.
Greg: The best. Not many husbands look forward to their wife putting on some poundage. Greg is ecstatic. When he isn’t asking, “Would you like butter with that?”, he is off in his secret lair, making elaborate plans for our Halloween costumes and Christmas family photo outfits. I am not sure if I should be excited or terrified.
He also has a conversation with Baby Sides every morning.
"Helllooo. This is your fatherrrr. Would you like bacon today? I think you would! I’ll make sure Mommy eats plenty of it.”
Bump watch: I look like I have eaten too many tacos at all times.