Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Pink or Blue? We still don't know.

So there was that thing today, at the doctor's office, involving goop and a wand (BOTH kinds...I was, uh, unprepared for that one). That thing that was to tell us that we were having a BOY or a GIRL. And guess who just refused to cooperate? Who decided to a) dash from side to side of my uterus like it was a freakin' roller derby and the u/s tech was the opponent and b) end up curled into a ball for a wee nap that my doing jumping jacks wouldn't even shake? Suffice to say we have to go back next week for a follow up scan and this baby better lose the 'tude and cooperate. I want to see those legs spread and 100% confirmation of its gender...because right now we're only 80% sure it's a GIRL. Oh lordy.
A GIRL. You guys. This is a little more than my pea-brain could handle today. (Side note: pregnancy for me is like me having two glasses of wine and the effect lasting all day long. I have no short-term memory and am only semi-lucid. My bosses love it.) I was convinced this occupant was a boy. I have boys. That's what I do. (Though I only have one so it's not like a track record or something...see: semi-lucid state). I was falling in love with the idea of brothers and Noah teaching his little brother all about trucks and trains and front-loaders. I was also already mourning the idea of not having a little girl and all the lovely things little girls bring to families. And then WHOMP. Curve ball! They think it's a girl...hey, Tim, did you hear that? A GIRL! WTF? (Also? Chinese gender predictor charts are RIGHT, so there.) 
Will I love a little girl as much as I love my son? Absolutely. Do I think Noah is going to adore his baby sister? Completely. Am I totally terrified of raising a daughter? You better f'ing believe it. But I am also very, very, very, very excited. Now I finally have someone to take care of me when I'm old and Noah is off married to some hussy who made him move to California. That is why people have daughters, right?
(This could all be a moot point next week when we go back and they say "Whoops, we were wrong! Sorry about that! There's his penis!" I'll keep you posted.)


Kristina said...

I had the exact same thing happen to me (and it did turn out to be a girl) and also the exact same feeling of slightly disappointed/super excited. I also loved the idea of brothers (especially since my second would also be our last) and was scared of a girl (I know what I was like from the age of 12-18 and lord it’s a miracle I survived). BUT now that she is one and my son is four, it is AMAZING. My son is so protective and loving and just dotes on her. It is the sweetest thing I’ve ever, ever seen.
But be warned- while I obviously don’t know your husband, if he is anything like mine, a little girl will have him wrapped so tightly around her chubby little fingers that he will be offering her ponies and convertibles and castles the second he holds her for the first time. My daughter (and I wish I was exaggerating) literally cocks her head to the side and looks at my husband while batting her eyelashes and says “Da Da!” every time he walks in the room. Sometimes she even claps. Little girls and their daddies, it is something to behold J
Either way, it will be great. Good luck! I hope he/she cooperates next week!

Janet said...

Yay! Girl!

Paige said...

I'm so excited for you (although I must say I'm a little sad that you won't be joining to two-boy club with me)!

Anonymous said...

HOORAY! Even at 80% I AM SO EXCITED. You will LOVE a little girl (just as you would have LOVED another little boy, I am sure).

What a little stinker, keeping the secret to herself - that definitely sounds like a little girl. :) They like to bother their mommas, you know?

Mary said...

Awww, one of each would be awesome. They say there is less sibling rivalry that way:)

I love girls!!! They are more drama, yes. But, they have some damn cute clothes, and they play quietly.