Baby Boy? or Baby Girl?
First of all, let me say that we truly had no preference for what the sex of the baby would be. It was a struggle to get pregnant and so to have a baby on the way is gift enough.
Growing up with three older brothers, I really get the male population. I grew up with a 13 ft. half pipe, a go-kart, and the biggest lego collection I’ve ever seen. Despite my mother’s best efforts, I grew up where spitting contests were a norm, belching the alphabet was a serious talent and farts were hilarious.
When we first got pregnant, I had a feeling it was a girl. But, as time went on, I flipped and I felt in my heart of hearts it was a boy. It also helped that the general public encouraged such a notion. I’ve had four women tell me that I’m carrying high and it’s a boy; the chinese medicine calendar told me boy; the ring test came out boy. I thought, of course it would be a boy. I’ve always been surrounded by boys so patterns tend to continue throughout my life. Graham was on board with me in the boy camp.
Imagine our absolute surprise, when we found out we’re having a girl! Past experiences be damned. This home will be filled with sugar and spice and everything nice. I wish we had filmed when we did the big reveal for ourselves. It was first silence. Then, “oh my God” about 550 times. A girl!! Woa. Once the shock wore off, absolute delight was all that we could feel. I mean a little one to dress in pink tutus, to take to ballet practices, to venture to the American Girl store in New York, to go dress shopping with for prom, to plan her wedding with, to watch her having children of her own and to have her take care of us when we’re old, toothless and bat shit crazy. A girl!! This is going to be one spoiled little precious girl.
PS – I realize these are all stereotypes and our girl could be a lego loving, football watching, farting, burping, skateboarder. If she is, we’ll be just as thrilled.
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