Probably. It is still up for grabs, though. The doctor did an ultrasound last week and thought it was a girl. I had the big one today, and the ultrasound tech thinks it is a boy, but she could only see a scrotum, not a penis. The little bean was moving like crazy the whole time. I have a stack of fabric, both male and female prints, but I just can't bring myself to attack the boy stack, yet. We'll see if the nurse midwife wants to do another in office ultrasound at the end of the month. If not, maybe I'll try the new 3D private service in town. Darn. The kids want to know who gets a bunk bed. I want to sew. The baby wants us to wait. And we still don't have a boy name.
I started out as a performing arts major and ended up as a special ed/social studies sixth grade teacher. Now after many years of teaching and two children, I've decided to live my art, no excuses. Working in education for many years has opened my eyes to the lack of creativity that children have today (let's give a big thanks to No Child Left Behind for that one!), and how important it is to nuture all forms of creativity in our children and ourselves. I encourage my kids to make art during the day, and I make my own at night. As Ali Edwards said, "living a creative life is a choice." I've made the choice to live my art, and I invite all mommies (and everyone else, for that matter) to do the same.