A few days after finding out that we'd be having a daughter, a thought came to me, I laughed out loud and told Marga, "You know, the main reason Americans want to know the sex of their fetus is to paint the nursery, the kid's room, a gender-appropriate color. So that's one less thing to worry about." This is only funny if you've ever visited our house and know that all of our floors and ceilings are pink. Not a girly princess pink, but more of a flesh tone. I don't even notice it anymore, and sometimes I mention it to our guests after a couple hours, and they haven't yet noticed. Not that we would've painted anything if we'd had a boy, but still kind of funny. Marga has now made it to the point in the pregnancy where she actually looks pregnant, and not just like she's put on a little weight. She bought a new cardigan that fits the rare specficiations of being good for hiding a swelly-belly and usable post-pregnancy.
by erikrasmussen, on Flickr")
Looking good. And now we have a point of comparison for future photos.