Three weeks ago, Meg compiled a list of all the folks that needed to be on the baby announcement email. In retrospect, the best thing I could have done was send a simple, single email to the whole list, right off the bat. THERE IS NO BABY. YET. BUT YOU ARE ON THE ANNOUNCEMENT LIST.
Meg and I spent the better part of five months talking about our now almost-baby in very gender-certain terms. We couldn't have possibly cared less about the sex, though I will admit to experiencing a sudden, exhilarating rush of virile delight when the news finally came. In conversation, though, we posited that a girl might just be...well, easier.
Honestly, it was mostly the clothes.