I didn't want to know. She did - linen & clothes colours and all that shit.
The ultrasound person pointed out somethingy and said "It's a girl".
Afterwards the missus broke out crying. "Whaaa.?" says I.
"She's going to get cancer."
(I should interject here - the missus was 2 years out from a (successful) mastectomy and we both have strong family histories of cancer.)EDIT: for me - it's where the chips may lie - I drink (a lot) & smoke very moderately (a pack a week - only while I'm drinking).
I carefully & politely pointed out that bub had just as much chance getting run over by an on-time bus as she had at getting breast cancer, all we have to do (as good parents) is make her aware of the risks.
Hope it's a girl - have fun teaching her how to change tap washers & car tyres.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Sat 25 Jun 2011, 8:17, Reply)