Girls Versus Boys

So we had the big 16-week ultrasound today at my doctor's office. The nurse spent approximately 20 minutes of my 25 minute visit trying to get little Wiggle Worm-in utero to hold still and uncross his/her legs long enough for us to get a peek. After all of that maneuvering, we're fairly certain it's a....GIRL! Yay! A girl! What the heck am I gonna do with a girl?! I've only taken care of the male version of children, I don't know what to do with females!

My entire circle of family and friends were already convinced that this child was a girl. For his/her own sake, I hope the ultrasound glimpse was right, because if not, there are too many jokes already readily apparent.

My poor son was the only one (besides me) who was holding out a little bit of hope that it was a boy. Obviously boys always want brothers, and since he already has a half-sister, he thought maybe he'd get something different this time ;-).

I told him today and then, aware that he was slightly disappointed (it's ok, Peabody, your older brother adores the heck out of you regardless of whether you're a boy or a girl...), I assured him that he would get along just fine with a sister (evidence in fact: D and his 3 sisters are very close). I then reminded him that I had wanted him to be a girl, a joke that I say all the time and apparently he thought was really just a joke, because he said: "Really??" Rather horrified, he was. I said "Yep. But God told me, 'nope, you're having a boy, and you're going to name him E and he's going to be full of mischief but he'll give you the sweetest kisses."

E thought for a moment and then said "I think it's neat that God tells you how to do things. How does he do that?"  I said, "What do you mean?"  He said, "Well,  you know, God told you how to tuck me in and things."

Where would I be without you, God?