And Then There Were 3

Come January next year, Brian and I are going to be out-numbered. This kiddo's already packin' some punch. I don't know if it's because I didn't have two other kids to take care of or if I've just forgotten, but I swear I wasn't this sick with the boys. I know it's all worth it in the end though. In fact, it already seems to be lifting a little(knock on wood).
I'm completely neutral on my guesses for the gender. Lucas is quite certain it's going to be a girl. When I first told him, I asked him if he thought he would have a brother or a sister he said without hesitation "sister and I'm going to call her sweet baby, because she is going to be a sweet baby." Brian will never say a word either way before we know for sure. He always tells me afterward what he thought it would be(and he was right with both), but he thinks he's jinxing it if he says it out loud. We certainly do have some cute boys though, so I wouldn't pass up another.
Wish us luck. I've heard from multiple sources that three is the hardest(one source being a mother of 8!)