Stan wanted to wait to find out the gender of the baby. I wanted to find out right away. So we found out right away. 

I’m not gonna lie, I kinda thought it was going to be a boy, but it wasn’t. When the sonographer told us we’re having a girl, I was so surprised, I didn’t say anything. Though my lack of response didn’t mean I was disappointed, it kept my sweet husband asking (repeatedly), “Are you ok? Excited?” 

I was! I am! So excited. In hindsight, maybe I was hoping it’d be a boy, because I would be a better mom if it were a boy. I, of course, have no reason for thinking this… just that I know what it’s like to be a girl. It’s hard work, man! And I can’t imagine being my parents. They had to make all these rules as to when I could get my ears pierced, wear make-up, short(er) skirts. They had to ask when I’d be home, who am I with, is there someone to walk me to my car. 

In short, having a girl means having to do all the work my parents did for me. And how will I set those rules? Which ones really matter, and which are kind of arbitrary? When SHOULD I let her get her ears pierced? Dresses, and make-up, and safety concerns, oh my. 

Obvi, I’m getting way ahead of myself, because our little girl is not going to come out as a pre-teen. Also, I totally made the gender of our child all about me and how I would do as a parent (selfish much?) But now that I know the gender (and that everything will be ok) I couldn’t be happier.

Today I went shopping and felt like I was having a little girls’ day out. I even bought the wee one something (pictured above). I love knowing what we’re having! It helps me to think about our baby as a person, a new incredible and unique life that’s never existed before or will never happen again. Not that up until now I was thinking of it as a life-sucking urchin that makes me throw-up all the time (ok, it’s crossed my mind). But thank you, Stan, for letting us find out! I now feel even MORE excited about being her mom and cannot wait until we get to see her face to face. Cannot wait. 

As for names, we have a few on the docket, but like a good poem, we are constantly writing and re-writing. We’ll let you know when one sticks.