Once again, this is not what I expected.
For the last several months of my pregnancy I knew what we were having. Not because we saw evidence on a sonogram. I knew. My brilliant intuition shouted daily, “you’re having a boy!” My special, super-natural, mysterious feminine insight allowed a Mona Lisa smile and agreed, “forget pink, sister.”
So I did. I trusted my “gut” completely. (It was 3-0, remember?) I let my mind wander when my husband suggested girl names. I stock-piled boy clothes and day-dreamed about my son teaching his little brother how to wrestle. I snickered with relief when my cousin had her third daughter. Relief because such an excess happened to someone else.
Whew! Thank goodness that’s not me! I need a little more balance in my life!
Now, four weeks after I stared up in shock at my husband when the doctor announced, “a beautiful baby girl!” I have a few things to say about having three girls:
- It’s wonderful.
- We totally outnumber the boys!
- I love pink.
- “Balance” is highly over-rated.
- “Girl time with Mommy” (professional pedicures and Starbucks) just got a little more expensive.
- I’m in love (again.)
Z, darling, you are the best surprise I’ve ever received!