that I'm having a boy. In the last few weeks I seem to be incapable of walking into a women's restroom. Seriously. It's getting ridiculous. I'm up to five walk-ins in the men's room. It's not like I don't see the signs, it's just my brain doesn't seem to know how to process the information correctly and prevent me from making a fool out of myself.
The most ridiculous one happened at our hotel when we were rocking Disneyland. I walked in and saw a five year old just chilling by the stall. I was instantly annoyed. Once kids reach a certain age it's time to let them go into the bathroom for the proper gender. I know there are a lot of safety issues but I have honestly seen twelve year olds staring at tits awkwardly in the ladies' with an overprotective mother and that is just ridiculous. Anyways, the kid looks up at me, startled and says, "Dad?"
That was kind of my "Oh shit" moment. And I wouldn't have thought too much of it, except it won't stop happening.
Having a son could be great and all (first male on both sides since my parents' generation!) but it kind of freaks me out to think that I could be growing a penis in this very moment.