At the end of April, my brother Peter and his wife Megan announced that they're expecting the family's first niece/nephew/grandchild this fall! To say I am excited is a bit of an understatement. We find out this weekend if it's going to be a beautiful and strong baby boy or a beautiful and strong baby girl (see what I did there?).
My gut says boy, but my sex-prediction track record is pretty spotty, so I don't know if that inkling is to be trusted. Now that this pregnancy is actually related to me, I have a fuller appreciation for the whole "as long as the baby is healthy" stock response that so many expectant families give. I can't even imagine how much truer that is when it's your actual child instead of your niece/nephew.
I was going to include some gender reveal pictures (sidenote, "gender reveal" isn't even the appropriate title buuuuuut I think that train has left the station) but when I was looking for them, I found a host of gender reveal party invitations that were really gender reductive and offensive. Rifles or ruffles, really? Guns or glitter? Mmm... nope.
So, instead, here's a picture of cupcake. I'm totally pro-cupcake.
Regardless of what we learn this weekend, I think we can all agree that Jill Jr. is a wonderful name for any baby.