This week I had an ultrasound so we could find out what exactly Baby #2 is.
I already knew, of course.
Not because a professional told me, but I knew it in my bones.
I knew with every ounce of my being.
I knew because I’d been pregnant before, and I guessed correctly with Tom so I of course knew with this one, too.
Plus, I’d grown up knowing what I would have one day:
Two beautiful, amazing, smart, talented, funny, active, adorable boys.
I could totally picture it and was ready to hear the news!
So when the ultrasound tech said: It’s a GIRL!!!
I went momentarily deaf and blind.
Wha, wha, wha, what?!
And then, the most amazing thing happened: I laughed! And smiled! And teared up with happiness!
And then my thoughts went: O.M.G. I am having a girl. We are having a girl. Tom will have a sister. I have to learn to say “she.” I hope she’s not as mean as I was as a teenager. We have no name for her. Are brothers and sisters close? I hope so. O.M.G. OMG. OMG. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Yay! Girl clothes!!
I am VERY excited.
Kev is CRAZY excited.
Tom doesn’t even know anything about anything, so he is SUPER excited. (Like always.)
I thought it would take me awhile to get used to knowing I was having a girl, but it hasn’t.
Sure, I’ve caught myself still thinking of boy names that I will never use — but that is the only lingering effect from thinking my whole life that I was having two boys.
My brain just refuses to think of girl names.
(According to a quiz my sister took while pretending to be me, I like classic, All-American names. Feel free to suggest some like that to me.)
I just cannot believe it!
Imagine my face. Does it look shocked? It should.
Y’all — I am going to have a daughter.
I am so over the moon thrilled I’m about to burst!
I just can’t wait to meet her!
Whatever her name is.