In a few hours, we’ll hopefully find out if our little one is a boy or a girl.
Up until a couple years ago, I insisted our future child was going to be a girl. I wouldn’t entertain the notion that we had a 50% chance of having a boy. Nope. Definitely was going to be a girl. This changed when I was in the local Christmas musical and I remembered that 12 year old girls are perhaps, the most obnoxious beings on the entire planet. Having a boy no longer seemed so bad.
I’ve spent the past few months trying my best to convince myself we’re having a boy and that boys are better than girls. Yesterday, I was thinking, I feel like I know if it’s a boy or a girl, but I don’t know what I know. If only I had some clear, intuitive insight, like a dream, that would tell me.
Of course I had a dream that we’re having an adorable baby girl. And I can clearly picture our son reading this 10 years from now going, wtf mom! :) I’ll be happy either way, just want a healthy baby who at least tolerates show tunes.
Still, I feel very anxious about our appointment. I feel like knowing makes the whole thing very real. Up until today it’s been an “it” and all of a sudden, it’s going to have some sort of identity, some insight into who this person is going to be. Freaks me out. I feel like we have so much to do before the baby gets here – registering, getting the nursery ready, getting my home office ready, remodeling the bathroom downstairs, classes to learn basic things like how to hold a baby. How does time go by so fast?
Stay tuned for the big news…
IT’S A BOY!