Way back when we started trying to have kids, I knew with absolutely certainty that I wanted a boy. In fact, I wanted multiple boys. You could sort of say I was more ambivalent about having a girl, except that I wasn’t sure it was ambivalence as much as flat-out not wanting one.
I was a total tomboy growing up. What the hell would I do with a girl?
And you know that being a tomboy, I would end up with the frilliest girliest girl around. No thank you.
When I was pregnant with my son, I was so convinced he was a girl that I gave myself pep talk after pep talk, to the point I was almost disappointed that he was a boy. Then I relapsed to a total fear of having a girl the second time around.
So of course, there she was.
Today, nine months into this whole having a girl thing, I can say it’s one of the best things that ever happened to me.
Maybe it’s just that I’m much more relaxed around babies than I used to be (I had never held an infant before having my son).
But whatever the reason, I have had so much fun with her since day 1. I love having a daughter, and I can’t wait to see the person she turns into as she grows up.
Happy 9 months, baby girl.
(And see, I’ve even learned how to dress her like a girl- mostly thanks to my friends who refused to let me dress her like a boy…) 🙂