Do they know something we don't?

Because yet another random stranger guessed this morning that Squishy is a girl. I've learned that once you get large enough that people feel safe assuming you're pregnant & not just fat, they love asking 1. when you're due (then commenting on how much larger you are than their co-worker, friend, daughter who is due the same time) and 2. what the sex of your baby is...and when you don't know, they love guessing even more. So, guess you should start buying pink & ruffly things...but if Squishy turns out to be a boy, you can blame the lady at Chick-fil-a for giving you false information.