It turns out A may need a Caesarian because of the fun and games she had delivering the boy. We’re off to get a scan today to see how big the baby is, and a decision will be made after that. We think the baby is smaller than the boy was but it’s hard to tell from the outside — she’s the size of frikkin’ Phobos.
So once again it seems we’re going to know our kid’s birthday in advance. 14 September? That’s okay with me.