So, I saw the midwife again last Friday. Heartbeat is still in the "girl" range--about 160. Actually, so far, all signs and symptoms point to having a girl (yeah, I have total faith in old wives's tales.). And to tell you the truth, I'm not sure how I feel about that. Honestly, I'm not sure what all the fuss is over having girls, or why people seem to think that you must want to have a girl, or why women squeel at the idea of buying pink booties instead of blue. Maybe that's just a result of growing up in a house with 6 girls, or maybe it's because there's something incredibly charming about the affection of a little boy. I don't know. Of course, I don't doubt that I'll be thrilled with the new person no matter what, I'm just struggling to get excited about the prospect of having a daughter. For this reason, more than any other, I probably won't find out the gender before the baby's born. In other news, there's not much other news. I love the change in weather. It's a little overwhelming to remember that last fall I was also pregnant, anxiously waiting to have a baby and thinking, "Next year my baby will be almost 1!" And he is. How fast time flies. He's changing alot lately, too. He's finally got the hang of waving "hi!" and "bye-bye!" He think this is extremely impressive, so he tries it out on everyone he sees. He also thinks that if he waves hello and smiles when he's doing something he shouldn't do that maybe I'll be so caught up in his cuteness that I won't notice he's trying to shred the mail or stick his hands in the toilet. Oh, and he FINALLY figured out how to drink water out of a bottle last week. That's a relief for me.