Here’s the deal. Of course, I want a healthy baby and the sex doesn’t really matter. However, I wouldn’t be totally honest if I didn’t say that after two boys in blue a little pink baby girl would be great. Okay, it would be fantastically great. Alright, alright, it’s what I’ve always wanted (at least since, I’ve wanted to have kids). That doesn’t make me bad person, mother, or human, does it?

I don’t think so, I would have sworn on my life that my firstborn was a girl and I even cried at the ultrasound when I found out that he was a boy. Did I just publicly admit that? Anyway, I remember my doctor telling me that sometimes it turns out that what you get is what you’ve really wanted all along. Boy was she right. That curly haired little boy has been a complete joy making every day better with his little insights, creativity, and smile.

At my second born’s ultrasound, I was in complete denial. I kept trying to convince myself, the tech, as well as the baby inside me that there were three lines on the screen. You know the three lines they tell you to look for if it is a girl. There it was, a penis staring right at me. I held strong onto the idea of seeing three lines, but the tech told me as nicely as she could, “No, that’s a penis hon.” I didn’t cry this time, instead I accepted it was fate that if you’re connected to me in some cosmic way, you have two boys.

You see, boys are all around me. The running joke with me is that if you have some kind of relationship with me, you’ll have a boy. Four of my oldest and closest friends in the world have two boys each. Two of them had girls the third time around. Would I join the ranks of pigtails, tea parties, and pedicures? Hmmm… maybe my firstborn would have some insight into the results.

He doesn’t even understand that I’m having a baby, but for months, he has been telling me that he wants a baby girl. He even told me that he wanted to take his baby brother back to the baby shop and get a baby girl. Thankfully, he decided that “baby brother” was worthy enough to keep around and that he would just like to add a baby girl to the mix. Smart little kid, somehow he knows things the rest of us do not. Like he’s going to have a baby sister. I guess that means pigtails are in my future after all.