Bring on the Pink

O.k.- so on the 4th we found out we need to go shopping. It's a girl. On our way into the ultrasound I looked at Baldy and said, "You know it's a girl, right?" He immediately replied, "No, it's a boy, all of our kids will be boys." So once we got into the ultrasound room and the tech began to work her magic, she immediately said, "Do we want to know what it is?" We both said yes, and she congratulated us on our ability to agree on something, apparently we never agree on anything in her midst (she was also our tech during our NT testing). Anyway, our little girl was not a bit modest. I was shocked that I was right, and thought- what the hell am I going to do with a girl? Baldy's immediate reaction looked something more like, oh hell, I'm so in trouble and there isn't nearly a large enough shotgun to keep menacing boys away from my porch. So then I said to Baldy, "Well, the B got what he wanted," since the B has been telling me endlessly that we needed a girl. And to this my husband responded, "So did I, I got a baby." At which point you could already see him preparing to be wrapped around the pinky finger of his unborn daughter. By the time we left the ultrasound he was mush. This kid has so got him trained already and she hasn't even winked at him yet. I on the other hand, although thrilled to have a baby regardless of gender, was a little spooked.

See, I understand that I am a girl. But I never was a girly girl. I wear make-up, do my hair, whatever. But when I was a little girl, I had ONE Barbie, and I didn't even ask for her; it was a gift from my aunt. I liked her (liked the Barbie- I love my aunt), but I think I eventually blew her up with an M-80 in the gangway one day. The Barbie, not my aunt.

I have been part of many nieces lives. They are wonderful, but I was around a lot when they were little and still liked bugs and mud. Once the oldest niece was around 15-ish I was blowing stuff up in basic training, and from there on out I've been everywhere but home. I just worry about the 11 to 17 year age range. I was a good kid, but that's basically because I was good at not getting caught doing most of the stuff I would have been in a whole heep of trouble for otherwise.

When I told my mom it was a girl she was thrilled. But then I told her I was in a whole bunch of trouble since she had cursed all of us kids by saying "what goes around comes around." To which poetry rang from my mother's lips, "You were no where near as bad as you sister Kelly was." Hee hee. I then told her that she didn't know half of the stuff I shouldn't have done. Her reply: "Well, ignorance is bliss. But, since you know what she can get into, you'll be ready for it." That didn't comfort me too much, may have made me panic a little more. But then I thought, my little girl could be sitting in my shoes in about thirty years, talking to me like this telling me about how excited she was to have her baby. And thinking of that made me so ready for her.

I'll have to blog later about the B's response since it's getting late. At least the constant bickering between he and his father has stopped. Baldy and the B would pass in the hall and as they did Baldy would say, "It's a boy," which would make the B snipe back "You're wrong, it's a girl," and then cage fighting without the cage would ensue.

Ha, I'm having a girl, hee hee.

Looking Forward, Wishing for Better Now and Thinking Back

Tomorrow we go to see what color the parasite will wear. We thought with our second we'd like to be surprised. With the 'B' I had wanted to be surprised, but Baldy wanted to know the gender. Since he was in Iraq at the time I figured I could give him at least that. And there was no way I was going to let him know and not find out myself. Now with this one, we feel we've tried hard enough to get this far that we deserve a little look see.
On a much cruddier note I got some awful news today. A friend of mine that I met in college is not doing too well. She's been fighting leukemia for quite a few months now; has gone through a bunch of chemo, enough radiation to make four people light up in the dark and a bone marrow transplant. All this while her little girl turned one. Please pray for her and her family. If you read this, I'm thinking of you and miss you, and your pain in the ass sister too.
Besides my friend, right now there are way too many people that I know first hand who are gettting treated for, in remission of or who think they might have some form of cancer. Hell, Baldy's mom is on chemo and my dad is going in for surgery tomorrow. Fortunately I have a friend that beat it last year, for good hopefully, and I hope the other stories have that kind of ending too.
To end my ramble on a more positve note; my parents are celebrating their 52nd Wedding Anniversary today. In their 52 years they've had eight kids, welcomed 16 grandkids (with one on the way) and one great-grand baby. Way to go guys.