The cupcake filling was pink this time! It’s a girl!
Which means that OBoy and OBrother will be welcoming ODear to their small people posse this fall. O my, see what I did there?
Yes, because God has a sense of humor and because I have a rough edge or twelve that need to be smoothed, DanO and I will be venturing into the realm of parenting a girl this time around. I hope she has my freckles.
I have been processing a lot this week. Honestly, I had a rough couple of days after the ultrasound, trying to re-frame things in my mind to fit reality and not my projection of it. Because I think it’s worth sharing, I’ll just say it: I cried a lot. I cried because I had pictured a pack of three little boys running around together in matching plaid shorts. I cried because I don’t feel up to the challenge of raising daughter to not have body issues or self-esteem issues or boys issues when I didn’t avoid those myself. I cried because motherhood is hard and every once in a while, I doubt my ability to do it well. This is that while.
Naturally, to cope I have snagged a couple of clearance baby girl outfits and a darling headband or three. I can dip my toe in that far for now – as far as cute accessories and polka-dotted leggings – and that is ok. I don’t need to figure out how to frame the birds and the bees talk just yet, because there are ruffled-butt rompers to be purchasing!
I feel I need to apologize. I was a poor, poor social media person this week. After finding out the gender, I announced it in a cryptic way on instagram, boldly on facebook and twitter, then crickets over here on the blog. Whoops. A few people have said “Can’t wait for the reveal!” and I’m sitting here thinking, Didn’t I reveal it already? I guess this is just practice for actual birth announcement whereupon I will have made a check list of the profiles from which official declarations are needed. I wonder if my myspace account circa 2004 still exists? And just for the record, no one actually uses google +, right? K, good.