Relevant data: Due date in early November, blood tests for Bad Things came back clear, and while we haven’t gotten Official Word from the doctor, everything looked fine to the ultrasound tech yesterday. Gender is going to be a surprise, as it was with SteelyKid.
We told SteelyKid about it last night, and to the limited degree that she understands, I think she’s excited. Last night at bedtime, I mentioned that she would need to give up her pacifier soon so the baby can have it, leading to the following conversation (more or less):
SteelyKid: “Mommy has a baby in her tummy, and it’s going to come out, and we’re going to have a baby. I’m going to have a brother.”
Me: “Or a sister. It might be a sister.”
SteelyKid: “It’s going to be a brother. I’m going to have a brother.”
Me: “Well, it could be. Or it could be a sister.”
SteelyKid: [Looking at me in a "Daddy, don't be an idiot" way] “I’m going to have a brother.”
Me: [Changing tactics] “OK, fine. Like the mouse in Whose Mouse Are You?. You’ll have a little tiny baby brother who’s brand new.”
SteelyKid: “Yeah. We’re going to have a little tiny baby. I’m going to have a sister.”
Me: “I thought you said it was going to be a brother?”
SteelyKid: [The "Daddy, don't be an idiot" look is back] “I’m going to have a sister.”
So, there you have it. The definitive word on FutureSibling!, for at least the next fifteen seconds.