Hold the Pink!
See, that’s what I get for trying to be poetic – gender speculation.
“She” refers to my belly, feminine energy, earth mother-ness, and is sometimes the pronoun I use for the young’un.
Sorry folks, I don’t know if I’m having a girl or a boy. I’m also not too concerned about it but everyone else is. My father insists that I’m having a boy, C insists that we’re having a girl. Somebody’s right.
I’d rather get worked up about other things like –
– Should I really be eating this many baked potatoes?
– I should be eating salad but those fries look mighty tasty…
– Why do my days suddenly revolve around food?