Heavy on the Sugar, Hold the Spice

First of all, there is great potential for me to get in trouble here.
I know this. And yet, I continue...
Does that make me crazy?

Let me say, that I love my wife.
There is no one in the world I would rather spend time with, be around, tell jokes to, be laughed at by, etc. One of the things I like about my wife is that you always know where you stand in your relationship with her. She is not one to sugar-coat, or put up a front. If she is happy, you know. If she likes you, you know it. If she is happy with you, you know it. If you ticked her off, you know it (you may not know what you did, and she may or may not tell you, after all, she is a woman). And 5 minutes after she bites your head off and she is over it and wants to go grab lunch with you, you know that too. So it is a compliment when I say that being a strong-willed woman is one of the things that draws me closer to her.
(And to all those guys out there that may want to crack jokes about the wearing of the pants, let me add now that you ain't a man unless you can succeed at a relationship with a strong-willed woman.)

Here is the question: Would having a girl be such a terrible thing?

Of course not! What man would turn down the chance to have "daddy's little girl" hop up in his lap at the end of the day and greet you with the sweetest smile and the biggest hug those little arms will allow? Who wouldn't jump at the chance to be the white knight that slays the boogiest of all boogey-men and the creepiest of all things that live under beds or in closets or around dark corners. Why would a sane man pass up the chance to wrap himself around the daintiest finger in the world?

Of course these are all rhetorical questions. But if you really need a reason, they are :
No man,
No one,
No reason, respectively.

So, am I apprehensive about a little girl? Sure. Why? 'Cause as much as I love her, I have enough spice in my life. If this sweet little sugar/spice concoction happens to have an emphasis on the spice... oh, look out me... look out world.

Now, wait a minute... what about all that jive about "you ain't a man unless you succeed with a strong-willed"...

Hey back off buddy, a little Tabasco never hurt anybody, but no one drinks straight from the bottle!

So... if we are having a girl (and we won't know until the li'l bean is born) then let me place my order now: Heavy on the sugar, and hold the spice, please.

Snips and Snails, please!

We want a boy. They are easier. They are cheaper. They are more fun. And there is SO much less drama. Period. That's the way it is. I don't care what you think. I am not going to argue with you because there is no convincing me otherwise.

So, why do I have this queasy unsettling feeling that we are having a girl?

We will not be finding out(until... you know, after the li'l bean is born).
And we have to remind Santa of that (please read previous posts) every time we go see him.

I am a little scared to even admit this. You see, my father told my mom both times she was pregnant that they were going to be boys. And my brother and I are living proof that he wasn't lying.
He said he couldn't have girls. Now I don't know if there is a physical ailment (or blessing) that can cause that, or if he was just so sure about it, or if he just REALLY wanted boys.

Either way, I am very wary of admitting to this nagging feeling, recently, that come September, when my cousin asks me if my brother is an Aunt or an Uncle (you gotta know the humor in my family) I am going to be saying Aunt!

Of course I will love,care for,support, cherish, etc either a boy or a girl. But I prefer a boy. Of course, right now if you ask my wife, she would prefer not to be pregnant. So as far as preferences go... we are 0 and 1. Let's hope our record improves come September!