...that I never really got "baby hungry" again after LG was born.
...that I just wanted my kids to be born close together because I liked being close in age to my siblings.
...that The Rookie convinced me months ago, that we should wait until the baby is born to find out if it is a boy or a girl.
...that he changed his mind a couple weeks later. But it was too late because I was already on board.
...that every time we have an ultra sound, we tell the Ultrasound Tech not to let us know the gender. Then we both sit there with our eyes glued to the screen, hoping that we will accidently see a gender discerning body part.
...that I want this child in my belly to be a boy.
...that I have actually said to my close friends "There is now way in heck a girl is coming out of my body".
...that my close friends have asked me (with sincere and concerned looks on their faces) if I am going to cry in the delivery room if this baby comes out a girl.
...that one of the reasons that I am waiting to find out the gender until the baby comes, is that if it is a girl, I don't want to know until I have to.
...that she is the only person that I will allow to tell me that she hopes my baby is a girl.
...that buying her baby shower gift made me want to buy an entire baby girl wardrobe. (Have you seen the spring line for baby girls at The Gap and Target right now? I die.)
...that I told the Rookie that if this baby is in fact a girl, he will have to shell out one thousand dollars, so that I can buy her a proper wardrobe which I can be happy with.
...that he just laughed at me.
...that I am serious. If he didn't want to do so, then he shouldn't have married a fashion designer.
...that we could never afford it even if he let me.
...that despite all this, I still hope it's a boy.
|My Little Giant when he was still little.|
Photo by Tegyn Friedman Photography
...that this baby is measuring much smaller than my Little Giant did in utero.
...that this baby is still bigger than average, so we will see if it is another giant, or a normal height baby.
Either way though, short, tall, girl, boy, I am getting so stoked to meet this kid. So it's OK.
11 more weeks to go...
Linking up with Neely at A Complete Waste Of Makeup, for It's OK Thursday.