And three makes...

...enough for a basketball team.  Or so I've been told by people who can't quite understand why we're having another baby.  "But you've already got your girl and your boy!" 
So, I'm not yet 7 weeks.  I am sick as a dog.  Seriously, I know it shouldn't surprise me every time, but it does.  It also surprises me that I a. survived this before and b. eagerly signed up to do it again.
Call me crazy, but I think this is a boy.  While it feels like I can't remember anything about being pregnant with Lilly, (the early stages anyway) this reminds me exactly of when I was preggers with Duke.  So, 3 more months or so and we'll find out if my crazy hunch is correct.