Well it's official: Erik and I have preferences. He wants a boy, but thinks it's a girl. I want a girl, but think it's a boy. I guess in some roundabout way, that means we are cheering for each other...?
I feel there is so much sensitivity in claiming preferences, primarily because people feel that you will be upset if the gender doesn't turn out like you desired. But how I could be upset with any healthy baby in my arms? I feel like if it is a boy, I will need to unnecessarily scream "I do love that baby boy I do! I dooooo!!!!" throughout the hills. Because I really do adore the idea of having a set of "my boys" around the house, playing and being brothers. [Although I question if my senses can handle another set of male farts in the household... I might need to buy a gas mask if it goes that route.]
What tipped me towards girl? I'm still working through that in my head. I suppose the easiest point to conclude is because I'm part of an older-brother-younger-sister duo. [Shout out to my brother Jamesy, what what!]. I think my brother and I were granted a chance at being well rounded, having seen the triumphs and tribulations of each other's species. I like to think that, at least.
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| Does painting my toes pink help at all? [PS - Thanks to the crop feature for editing out the nearby cankles. Much love.] |
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| In a show of solidarity, Grandma Marian also goes pink! |
As far as a mother-daughter relationship? Well that would be an interesting journey. I have pieces of my mom I would most certainly would carry through, but there would be a lot of emotions with that since our dynamic was awkward many times. Distant, even. She was a such a unique individual and that rolled over into our everyday household lives. She had rules about some things and yet was so contrastingly laissez-faire of others. If I compare it to what I see with other mother-daughters, I could feel bereft, but I don't. More than ever, I respect that wholeheartedly. I would just pick up what I learned from her and pepper in other mothering tips I have observed from friends and family across the years. And hope for the best.
Okay, this is getting heavy so let's move on, shall we? It may all be a moot point, anyways, as I may be saved from the one-day drama that inherently comes with raising a female. I mean, have you seen Mean Girls? It's all true!
The mystery will be solved on FRIDAY! [Oh crap, cue annoying Rebecca Black song in my head in 3, 2, 1... blergh.]
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