They're 90% sure that the baby is a girl.
In other news, my gestational diabetes is out of control. I guess I'll just have to eat salad and chicken breast for the next 18 weeks of my life for every meal.
This is seriously so frustrating. I'm pretty sure they're going to put me on meds. sigh. Sometimes, I just want to go in a corner and have a pity party.
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