... Kate and I have a bet. Based on what I've heard about how mothers carry the baby and a few other factors, I am guessing we're going to have a girl. She says a boy. The loser has to partake in an activity of the winner's choice.
On the ride in this morning I would be doing a yoga class and she would go to a historical site with me (I had mentioned Mount Vernon).
Now she tells me it will be pedicures...
...the stakes have been raised, so I think I'll have to figure out something a little less user-friendly than Mount Vernon (that's to their credit, of course - they are one of the best in that department... but it won't do in a bet where I'm facing the prospect of a pedicure).
We have awesome baby names for both, so either way it will be fine. And if it's a boy he'll come into this world knowing his father has beautifully maintained toes (pedicures are toes, right?).