We recently found out that my tummy is home to a baby girl. Sam was so impressed, beaming and squeezing my shoulder as I lay there on the ultrasound lounge with goo on my guts, Leo was non-plussed, he has been calling her a she since the very beginning, meanwhile I was shocked, stunned, and to be honest rather daunted.
For some reason I convinced myself that we were having another boy, and this was a relief to me, knowing what to do with little blokes, having all the clothes packed away, all the toys etc. No drama, more of the same, the only hard part would be the name, as we really don't have many boy's names that we fancy.
But holy crap, we're having a girl, and now I feel like I have to pull my socks up somehow to be a good role model for her. And the poor lamb will one day get her period and maybe have babies. Ow!
And what if she's a girly girl, loves pink and fairy wings and tutus? I have no experience of that, I've always been in navy blue, with leather patches on the knees of my overalls, but I guess she is who she is, and the day to day getting to know her will ease me into it. Please tell me that's how it goes!
So here are our recent ultrasound photos, her profile in the first one, and then the soles of her feet and her little toes. I am really looking forward to meeting her, seeing if/how she looks like her brother, and of course, making her some special shoes, and putting hairclips in her tresses, and maybe she will like all the teddy bears I still have from my childhood........and we have some great girl's names!
Listening to: Stevie Wonder - Isn't She Lovely?