My money is on a boy and a girl. But one never knows. I'm reading my Dad's letters (in Germany just after the war) to my Mom back in the states carrying ME!!!. Dad thinks it is a boy and has named him Frankie. He has given Mom free rein on the girl's name except he does not like Sheila. I haven't got to the parts (some times 3 letters a day) where I am announced as a girl. So exciting.