It's a boy!
It's sort of hard to believe that something has actually gone my way, but it seems the universe has spoken, and its exact words were, "I like you, Sass. Here's a small favor." Sorry, little girl. It just wasn't your moment. Maybe next time. Although there isn't going to be a next time. I do remember saying there wasn't going to be a first time too, but look at us now. Hmmmm... Let's not go there and ruin the moment just yet.
Now I feel like one of those women who's so desperate to get married that once a man finally proposes, all she needs to do is call up all the wedding vendors to give them the green light on the plans she made three years prior. I can just take my secret list of boy things to the gettin' place now and make everything official with the scan gun. Right after I run it by Peyton, of course. I wouldn't want to be rude. He does get all of the credit for this, after all.