We went in for the Littlest Burdett's twenty-week ultrasound this afternoon; that's the one where, among other things, they might be able to tell the sex of the squirming little baby. And boy, did she squirm! She wriggled around and flailed her arms and kicked her legs, and oh does she have a heartbeat! A hundred beats a minute at least.
Can you guess what they think she will be?