The Envelope, Please...

So who wins? Will Oliver's family curse be broken, or will it be mine? A boy was the predominant guess (by a 2-to-1 margin) by you, our loyal blog readers, which would break my dad's all-girls-all-the-time curse.

Will Clara be able to impart her vast feminine wisdom to a new sister, or will she need to learn to speak the language of trucks, trains, and bugs with a new brother?

We have the answer.

Oliver's family curse stands no longer.

We will be the first of Oliver's siblings to have two girls! Baby girl #2 was very accommodating; we didn't even need the ultrasound tech to tell us what we're having, it was that obvious. Everything looks good, she is measuring right where she should be at 20 weeks...well, except for her legs. They're long. They're measuring about a week-and-a-half ahead of where they should be. Big shock there. I'm pretty sure I wrote the same thing about Clara two years ago.

Now we just need to come up with a name. Pray for us on that one. Seriously.

(For those of you adept at reading ultrasound images, here is a sample for you.)