Boy or a Girl?

The day has finally come when we get to find out the sex of our baby. That is, if s/he cooperates! I'm to drink a liter of water and not empty my bladder so that we get a good, crisp image on the ultrasound. Apparently, they can get these things wrong! I suppose if the diagnosis is a boy, then it's pretty clear cut. Oh well. Good fun. Can't wait to see the little booger. I'm not really sure how I feel about it. Some ambivalence is creeping in. For the longest time, I wanted a boy - wanted to be the first one of us girls to bring a boy into the mix, and thought that it would be sublime to have another little Charlie running around. If that kid could be as mild-mannered and sweet as my husband, then I would be in good shape. But then, I started thinking how cute and fun little girls are... and how important her upbringing will be to set her in the right direction (though that's true for boys too, of course). But maybe I would understand her at a deeper level, whereas a boy could be a bit of a mystery. And how weird it would be to be outnumbered at home with 'the boys'. Growing up primarily in a 'girl' home, this would be different. In any case, it will be a surprise either way.