Lots of people have asked us if we know whether or not we are having a boy or a girl. I don’t consider this question to be particularly invasive, as I’ve asked it myself like, a million times. It’s kind of the only thing I can think of to say after, “How are you feeling?” and “When is your due date?” So I totally get it. Anyway, for the record, we do know, but we have decided to keep it a secret from the world. Well, Sir Monkeypants has decided to keep it a secret; I have decided to keep it a “secret,” which means that I tell people I am not going to tell them and then I go on to let it slip by using the correct pronoun when referring to the baby, and everyone notices. Luckily for me most of my friends are nice enough not to pounce all over my faux pas, but I’m sure once the baby is born, its sex will not be a surprise to most.

[Side note: I’m 8 months along now, and man, am I tired. This makes me prone to nonsensical prattling. I’m sure you did not notice.]

Anyway, although many have asked, I have yet to run into anyone who is sure that they know the sex of the baby, just by looking at my tummy. Most of our friends haven’t even registered a guess (probably because they already know due to my Loose Lips Which Sink Ships, duh). But this morning, I was at the grocery store with Gal Smiley, and when I got to the checkout, the clerk was a very nice lady who insisted on lifting all the heavy things for me and reloading my cart. And while we were chatting, she told me she could easily tell that I was having a [BOY/GIRL INFO DELETED HERE]. And she was totally right! I was really impressed. She said she can always tell just by looking at the belly.

Now that is a marketable skill, I would say. What she is doing wasting her talent at the Superstore, I’m sure I don’t know!