Monday, March 9, 2009
It's a Girl!
If you haven't heard already... it's a Girl!! And not only is it a girl, it is 100% a girl! Despite our worries that the ultrasound would be wrong, she cooperated very nicely and gave the technician a very graphic shot that definitely proves it's a girl. I haven't stopped squealing with excitement since she told us. Just randomly throughout the day, and for the past three days, I'll look at B and go "We're Having a GIRL!!!!!"
It's really ironic too because throughout the whole pregnancy I was convinced we were having a boy and I wanted a boy. Then we went home for a weekend and all I saw were baby boys (3 new ones in the family!) and I was reminded that B's sister was the first girl in the family in about 60 years, and then I had a dramatic change of heart. Plus, it's fun that B's sister had the first boy and we're having the first girl.
After we made the announcement, it only took about 12 hours for Baby Girl's first batch of adorable little clothes to make their appearance. Pictured above is Baby's First Fishing Vest, complete with Baby's First Hand-Tied (matching) Fishing Fly. The fly was specially made by her Poppa (B's dad) to accompany the vest he bought for her. And not to be outdone by Poppa, the grandmas attacked the sale aisles and are also doing a good job at starting her closet.
The other big news from the weekend is that I can finally feel her moving around in there. There were very faint signs a week ago and I wasn't sure if that's what it was, but it's pretty frequent now when I lay down.
The very idea that you and your husband can actually create another person is a reality that still continues to be far too big to really sink in with either one of us. And every step of the way - gender, little clothes that are actually for someone, kicks - it all feels just a little more real. But every day we still look at each other and say "can you believe we're going to have a little person to put in those clothes???" It's totally surreal. I'm starting to think that the nine months of waiting was designed far more for the parents than the child.