Tom and I were talking last night... he opened with, "So... you REALLY don't have any preference this time?"

I explained that I really don't. And that I KNOW I really don't because I keep TRYING to have a preference and it doesn't work.

I have, for instance, pretended that I know it's a boy and tried living with that for a few hours... Excited!
Then I turned around and pretended that I knew it was a girl for a few hours... Excited!

I listed all the pros of each:
(i.e.," if it's a boy we can use all the clothes again, I get to use my boy name that I love so much, we could bunk Ben and his brother in the big room and reclaim our office/guest room when he gets old enough, Ben will have a brother close in age, I know what to do with a boy... and if it's a girl, I won't have to stress out about whether I'll EVER have a daughter, a girl might do better with being a middle child if a third one turned out to be another boy, I'd get to buy girl clothes and put together a girl nursery and use my girl name that I love so much...")

Then I said, "Oh, and you know, if it's a girl, I would be more likely to decide in a year or so that we're done... "

Tom, who has always said he only wants two children (but who I know will be easily swayed to have three if it comes to it), immediately latched onto that and said to Ben, "Daddy wants a girl!"

So yeah, I guess Tom's rooting for pink. ;) "Especially if she'll play softball!"