No, Baby is still cooking but I slipped in front of Brandon a couple of days ago so it doesn't have to be a secret anymore.
I was on the phone getting health insurance quotes for Baby. Apparently gender matters for quotes (in hindsight I should have just asked for numbers for both) After carefully telling the guy that Brandon was in the other room and didn't know, so could he please say one or the other and I would answer yes or no; one of the next things out of my mouth was, "If we can't get a child only policy, we do have the option of adding her to Brandon's work policy." (In my head the word her was completely emphasized.) I realized I slipped immediately but hoped maybe Brandon hadn't heard since he was making a lot of noise unloading the dishwasher. No such luck, I heard him drop the silverware on the counter, then his hurried footsteps and him coming around the corner with a look on his face that said, "Did I just hear what I think I heard?" One look at my horrified face and he knew.
He was very nice to me about it, he teased me a bit and then forgave me, said he knew I didn't do it on purpose. I was so close!! I made it 13 weeks keeping quiet and was doing quite a good job despite everyone's best efforts to trick it out of me. I was very determined to let him be surprised at birth, especially since he was kind enough to let me find out at the ultrasound. Oh well, what is done is done. Of course everyone else is more than pleased I messed up.
Now that we can tell people, the next question is always "What are you going to name her?" We have no idea, we are suffering a complete block in this area. Or to borrow a "Brandon-ism," It's a secret, such a secret that we don't even know it. This poor little girl will probably not have a name when she is born. We have a list of a few names but none of them seem "right." Perhaps when we meet her one of them will or a new name will come to us.