The million dollar question

I think it's official. I have been asked the question "Do you think it's a boy or a girl" more than any other question ever. More than "Will the Cubs ever win the World Series?" More than "Is that your natural beard color?" And now, even more than "How many sweets is that today?"

It's even stranger that this question has received #1 status since there's no good answer. Well, there's a good answer but there's really no way of knowing. There are countless theories on determining factors. Heartbeat rate. Facial feature changes. Conception during ovulation timing. Family gender histories. It all feels like an abursdly complex algebraic equation. If x is less than y but greater than z and way funnier and more interesting than abc, it's definitely a girl. But if it doesn't snow next week, it's a boy. It can really make a guy's head spin. It sometimes makes me want to answer like my dad dad... he just hopes it's "one or the other."

Here is all I really know for sure. That little person growing in Kelly's belly, the one who is now bigger than my fist, an apple and an avocado... is going to be the best. We have no control over what sex it decides to come out as. Inevitably it's going to be awesome and adorable and we're going to love it. It's cliche to say that all you really want is a baby who is healthy. I kind of always thought that myself. But it takes on a new meaning when you're expecting your first child. All you really want is for your child to have a good a chance at a great life as all the rest. For them to have fun and embrace the world like everyone else. For nothing mental or physical to stand in their way if at all remotely possible. When it comes to hopes for your child, hoping for a boy or a girl finishes behind just about everything else.

I totally think it's a girl though....