I’m sure it’s normal to doubt. I mean, logically, I can look at those pictures and say, “That there is a girl.” But in my heart I go, “Okay, right, seriously now?” I feel like I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop here. Sure, I bought an adorable outfit (on clearance!) at Kohl’s yesterday. But I didn’t buy 10 outfits. I have no interest in pink car seats or be-flowered strollers.
It seems a little unreal, to be honest. I feel like it’s “other people” who have girls. I don’t have girls. That’s just not how it works around here. I’m the one who has boys (cute, adorable, edible boys).
It’s silly. I mean, haven’t I been saying all along that I thought this baby was a girl? Shouldn’t I be enjoying feelings feelings of vindication instead of nagging doubt? Gah. I’m so weird sometimes.
I’m going to do my best to just “go with it”. When people ask me what I’m having, I’m going to say girl. I’ll go ahead and plan as though it is a girl. And it is. I know it is. But still.
(the YNTR for this week will be up later; no worries, I haven’t forgotten!)
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
