I can no longer see my toes!

As most of you know, I am one of those women that love being pregnant. If it wasn’t for the constant worrying AFTER our little ones enter the world, I’d have like 5 kids. There’s just something about proudly showing off that belly and the miracle of something growing inside of you.

And really, it’s a good thing I love being preggers so much… otherwise I might be tempted to create a third-trimester complaint list that looks something like this:

1. heartburn that somehow results from everything and anything I put in my mouth
2. peeing every three seconds
3. an internal body temperature of 150 degrees
4. the inability to sleep through the night thanks to numbers 1-3 and the fact that someone is winning a gold medal for tumbling in my stomach
5. backaches
6. zero energy
7. sore feet
8. cramping toes and calves
9. the inability to keep up with a very fast and wiggly toddler
10. forgetfulness that is really starting to boarder on insanity
11. hormones that turn me into someone I really don’t like after 5pm (okay more like 3pm…)

Yep, I am very grateful that none of these applies to me and my jolly belly!

So when I was pregnant with Emma, I was sure I was having a boy. Not sure why, but I was certain of it. I was drawn to blue and “boy” things, and had my mind set on football games and a huge appetite. The only indicators of girl were the fact that “Emma” just sounded so natural to me. Like I was meant to have an Emma. That, and my two dreams that revealed girl. Of course, I ignored those signs and was totally floored to hear “It’s a girl” when Miss Emma arrived. I was so excited, but felt so silly for calling this poor baby a “he” for the 9 months she was in my belly!

So on to this baby…

Again, our girl name (Kendall Faith) just feels right. But maybe it’s because I can picture a sweet face and bouncing pigtails more easily now. Either way, it sits well with me, and I know it is the perfect name if we have another girl.

Now, my “gut” says boy because 1. these kicks are really, really strong and 2. My dreams have been boy. And while we’re not set on a boy name just yet, our top choice at the moment — Austin Bernard (my maiden name) — is starting to feel right. So I am back to football games and a stocked fridge.

BUT…the last few nights I’ve had two dreams and both clearly showed I was having a girl.

What the heck? Do I have any maternal instincts in me at all?