Yes, that is right. I am back to pink. I am going to "think pink." No, I am not a total fool. I know the sex of the baby is already determined. And, of course, I blame my husband for whatever the sex turns out to be. After all, it is not MY chromosomes that determine her sex. I mean, its sex. The baby's sex.

I don't know why this post is starting out so cheerfully. I do not feel cherrful today at all. I feel more paranoid than ever. I feel like I need professional help. At the very least, I need a support group. I am afraid my paranoia is going to get the best of me and actually cause the problems I am so worried about having.

Okay....oops. I had to go color in my youngest son's coloring book for him. Yes, I said for him. He wanted to see how I did it. Then he was finally ready to do it again himself. But that is still my cue to go. I was not done here, but that is part of mama-ness. More tomorrow I hope. But hopefully something more positive.