That lovable scamp of a neighbor of mine, H-Dubs, just found out on Wednesday that she's having a girl! I'm super excited for her but the fact that she's already found out the gender is making me unbelievably anxious to find out the gender of my little nugget. However, even though she's only three weeks ahead of me, we're on crazy-different doctor schedules, and I'm not going to find out jack until late February! Unbelievable. How am I supposed to wait that long while next door, they're painting the nursery pink and getting the child-sized tea set in order? Like many things about pregnancy, it's just plan torturous. Agonizing, really.

I do have a very strong suspicion that I'm having a boy, and the fact that Heather's having a girl only makes my suspicion stronger. Chris has completely dismissed this notion of mine as poppycock (my word, not his), but I don't know, my distended gut is telling me something. It really doesn't matter what we have, but the strange thing is that, I'm actually kind of rooting for a boy now. For a little tyke we can roughhouse with and play trains and cars and all those other fun boy things. I don't know- I should probably stop myself right there since it truly doesn't matter what we have. But, dammit, I want to know! NOW.

The thing is, if we have a boy, I don't want him to date Heather's daughter. Not because I think Heather's daughter isn't going to be worthy of my son (here I go already), but because I read "The Pact" by Jodi Piccoult right before I got pregnant and am now deathly afraid of the same thing happening to my kid. Have you read that book? It's one of her finest, and it's about a guy and a girlwho grow up next door to each other as best friends. They're a strange sort of anti-Romeo and Juliet; their parents, who are also best friends, spend most of the kids' lives kind of hoping that they'll eventually date and marry. Well, as with the original Romeo and Juliet, things go horribly wrong with this scenario, and let's just say that dating the girl/boy next door isn't always the best idea one can have. It was a great book, even if my short description of it doesn't give it any justice. On the topic of books, who else is super stoked to see "The Lovely Bones" on the big screen? Another amazing book- let's just hope it doesn't get fucked up as much as "My Sister's Keeper" did. I'm still upset about that adaptation.

Anyway, I digress. In non-pregnancy-related news, not a whole lot is going on. This whole baby thing has almost completely taken over my life already- I can't imagine how it's going to be when he/she gets here. I am, I must admit, really looking forward to getting back to my life a little after the baby comes, if that's possible- I've never wanted a glass of wine as badly as I have lately. I stick my nose into Chris' wine and inhale as deeply as is humanly possible, but you can imagine that it's not the same. Also, I miss going out at night. Maybe my energy will start returning a little more now that I'm at week 15, but I have not been able to stay up past 9:00 to save my life. Alas!