Before I had Chicky I was convinced I wanted a boy. I grew up a tomboy and still enjoyed things like sports and a good noogie from time to time, so naturally I would have a boy.
And even though I knew from conception that my baby would be a girl I was still surprised when we got the ultrasound results. A girl? Me? Really? Uh, what do I do with it?
I've gotten used to having a girl, I will admit. I love my girl. I love almost everything about her. I could do without the crazy mood swings and the teenage angst that is sure to come our way, but the girl clothes? C'mmmon. How can you not love a pair of boots with fuzzy pom poms? I only wish they came in my size.
Way back when I predicted another girl child for the Chicky family. Apparently everyone else in my family was convinced it was a boy. Which just goes to show you that you should always listen to the mother.
We had our ultrasound today. It's a GIRL.
We've already begun saving for things like the latest fashions, weddings, and the therapy that will have to happen because there will be three stubborn females living in one household.