Tulip and Izzy
"Not officially," Tulip said. 18 weeks. That was longer than the time she had left to be pregnant. Hopefully it would go by quickly; she was miserable. She really couldn't imagine wanting to go through this again.
"But I'm pretty sure it's a boy." She'd read all the books that tell a person how to predict. And it just seemed like she was carrying a boy. And she felt it. She was going to give Jesse a son.
"I'll be happy with either, as long as it's healthy and happy." And even if, for whatever reason, the baby wasn't healthy, she'd love it anyway.