The results from our genetic testing are in, and everything is fine. The new baby is healthy and happily flipping himself around inside me. He has all the necessary chromosomes, they are all lined up as required, and there is one X and one Y, guaranteeing we are having another boy.

In more important news, Jack has finally started calling me mom. He has said dad for about 2 million years, but today he ran after me shouting Mom! Mom! Mom! What a good day for me.