I woke up this morning and for some reason (maybe dreams I had?) in my mind, this baby is a boy. However, when I refer to our collective children, I refer to them as "the girls." This last reference, I fear, is tainted by my own experience as one of "the girls." I can't really even imagine what it would be like to have a boy. This is nerve-wracking and exciting.
I've also not been sure whether or not I'm feeling movement. If I remember correctly, gas bubbles and baby movement feel very similar. So, I have no idea. But any day now I'll be able to tell the difference.
And finally, my back has been killing me. My upper back, that is. I went to the pulmonologist (a new doctor--it's good to have friends with connections) on Friday and we reworked my asthma regimen, but I still don't feel like I'm breathing as well as I could. He did give me a refillable prescription for albuterol for the nebulizer, so that's a relief. I've been using my steroid inhaler as prescribed (which is a big deal because it's expensive and I ordinarily would only use it on an as needed basis) even though sometimes it makes me vomit. I keep the rescue inhaler nearby and have been using the nebulizer once a day. And still, by the end of the day I have to take a hot shower just to relax those upper back muscles that have been strained by a day's worth of mildly-labored breathing.
In those six months between Elsie's birth and this pregnancy, I breathed fine. So, because I'm still kinda' having the same problems, nothing much different with this pregnancy, I'm leaning toward BB2.0 being a girl. I've had several people tell me that their pregnancies were different when the babies were different sexes. Who knows if that holds true across the board? :)