About this baby (boy?) thing

We're having a baby. It'll be great. Once I get past these weird food things and smell things, I'm sure it'll be great. I've been living on eggs and toast and I haven't even had coffee in four days. That's pretty serious.

With three girls there is that question about the boy. Were we trying for a boy? Well, no. We weren't. I think I just have this magic number of four children in my head.

But, a boy would be welcomed. A girl would be just as welcome.

Funny story . . . When I was pregnant with Grace, Brent claimed that she had to be a boy because he didn't know what to do with girls (neither of us has a sister). She is obviously a girl, and he couldn't be happier with that little person. When I was pregnant with Calla, he claimed she had to be a she because he didn't know what to do with boys. And now we have three girls.

Now, I have a theory. I obviously have all sorts of theories. I'm full of theories. About as full of theories as Calla is full of secrets (she told me that a couple weeks ago.)

My dad is the third of six children. He has two older brothers (twins), and is directly followed by two sisters and a younger brother.

Of them, three had four kids (plus one step child) and two had three kids.

All of the four child families have a 3/1 ratio--3 girls and 1 boy or 3 boys and 1 girl. Of the families that had three kids, they are either all boys or all girls.

Now in my generation, I have two cousins who have three or more children. My cousin with four has 1/3 ratio and my one cousin with three children has all boys.

I'm not one to mess with family tradition. Maybe we will get a boy this time, but even if we don't, these girls are a pretty good bunch of kids.