We Know, We Know!! ...and I'm not Gonna Lie, I Couldn't Be Happier!!!

Whenever anyone would ask me what I was "hoping" I was having, I would say,  "I would be happy either way (ofcourse), but for financial reasons, it would be easier to have another girl, since we already have all the clothes and everything that we need.  We are only planning on having two children, so I would really like them to be the same sex, so they can grow up and be really close with each other."

Joe on the other hand, would have been happy either way (ofcourse), but since he is a dude, he definitely wouldn't mind being able to teach a little boy some guy stuff and to pass on his family name, seeing as how he is the last male in his line (that he knows of).

To be honest, I have never pictured myself having a son. For as long as I can remember, whenever I imagined my children, I always imagined them as little girls. Always. The idea of me having a son wasn't a bad one, it was just one that never really seemed a reality. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that my father had all girls, and that so far, all of his girls have had only girls. Whenever people would ask me if I had any "feelings" either way about what the gender was of the baby growing inside of me, I would usually reply with something like, "I kinda feel like it's a girl, but that could be because we have only had girls in my family so far". 

I felt very strongly that the munchkin was a girl. In fact, I didn't even consider boys names very much at all (although we did have one in mind) and I had known what the name of my first girl would be for like eight years before she got here. I even told Joe early on in our relationship that I really hoped he liked that name, because my heart was pretty much set on it. It was the heroine from one of my favorite books and from the first time I read it, I fell inlove with it and just knew I would have a little girl one day that would have that name.

I grew up with two sisters. They are my dearest and most wonderful friends. I can't even imagine my life without them. They have helped to shape me and mold me into who I am. I know from the bottom of my soul that they are always there for me, that they will always love me and have my back. I can tell them anything. Anything. And I never have to worry about being judged or looked down upon. There is something very different about being around one of my sisters and one of my friends. There is nothing held back, no filtering whatsoever of my thoughts or ideas. When we are around each other, it is always completely open and honest, even if sometimes brutal. And I love that. I couldn't help but want the same thing for the munchkin.

The thought of having a little boy was kinda intimidating to me. I'm not sure why, but maybe because I did grow up with all girls and haven't been around baby boys that much, other then my friends' little boys (even though I still absolutely adore those little men). I am sure that once you actually have a little boy that all of those silly thoughts fly out the window and he is suddenly the most important little man in your life, but the idea of cleaning a little wee wee, although I hate to admit it, does kinda freak me out a little. 

Not to even mention the whole idea of circumcising. I tried not to even think about it too much and wait and save the heated debate between me and my husband for when and if it was really necessary. We are on opposite sides of the fence on this one and that was one agreement I didn't want to have to figure out how we were going to come to.

I knew, whatever the outcome, it was certainly not in my hands and nothing I could control. I loved this baby so much already, and in the grand scheme of things, the sex was of little importance. The generic answer that most pregnant woman give, "as long as they are healthy, that's all that really matters", really is true.

So Monday, when we went to the doctor's office, I was nervous. I am still not sure why I was so damn nervous to find out. I was definitely excited too, but so very nervous. Luckily, we didn't have to wait too long and we were brought into the room pretty quickly.

She globbed the goopy ultrasound goo all over my belly and started working the wand around. Right away she got a really good view of the baby's head, then she started working her way around to the different body parts.  The baby was breech (bottom down and head up) but that didn't matter this early in the game. Everything was measuring and looking good. I sighed a deep breath of relief, knowing everything was on track and where it should be.

Then, as she said the words out loud, she also typed it on the monitor.... "THINK PINK".   We were having another girl!!  She showed us the very obvious view, where our little girl's legs were spread wide open and you could see the little line between them and absolutely no sign of a penis. I had to contain my excitement a little, as I wasn't sure how Joe was processing everything. I tear escaped down my face... I was so happy!!!!!

Several times throughout the ulrasound, the tech would point out that she was definitely still a girl, when we would see her from another view. Each time I heard it, I would get more and more excited. I had felt that we were having a girl, for whatever reason, and I was just so happy to now know for sure.

It's crazy how knowing what you will be having really does make things more real. Seeing the little baby on the ultrasound monitor moving around and hanging out in my belly makes things even more real yet. Now I can start going through all of the munchkin's clothes and getting them ready for the arrival of her new little sister.  I can start getting her room all ready and set out all of the little blankets and girly things we have used already and can now use again.

Now it's time to really start thinking about a name. I have a favorite already, but since we didn't know for sure what we were having until now, I hadn't given it alot of serious thought. Time to get on it!

Today I am 21 weeks along. I took this awful picture from my computer's camera at work this morning.

And just so you know, I work as a graphic designer at a print shop in a very old building and that messy desk behind me is not mine (just wanted to clear that up). Oh and you may notice I am wearing the same sweater dress thingy as I am in my profile picture on the right hand side of my blog. It's a bit more snug now though obviously.

I am over the halfway mark! It won't be long before our new little baby girl enters the world and becomes a part of our family. I am getting so excited!!!