A Bun of Some Sort

Is growing in my oven. What's the sort? Baguette? Bagel? Hot Dog? Hamburger? My anxiety over what Tres is, is overwhelming. Less than one week until judgment day. I am not sure I can wait even that loooonnnngggg. Early predictors pointed toward a girl, high heartbeat, etc. My instincts have turned to boy. Not only because that is what Mason is saying but because this pregnancy feels more like him than MaKenna. Am I even preggers? No movement. No sickness. No, well nothing. Except pre-natal vitamins and strong nails. Cast your votes today. Maddox or Megan?