We went to church this past Sunday to a memorial service for my father's passing. During the 45 min Catholic mass, the "peanut" (who technically I should rename "our potato" since it now weighs a full pound!) was the most active it has been so far. I concluded that the reverberation of the organ and the singing made the little potato happy and will be a music lover henceforth. :)
Leigh believes the answer is a little more biblical. I am giving birth to a redheaded she-devil, who was trying to escape the womb just to avoid being in church. He backs up his theory with the old wives tale that if you are really sick in the start of your pregnancy that you will have a girl. I was sick for two months straight.
Lord help Leigh.
I say Bring It On!!
