Time for question number two:
Are you excited about having a girl?
Well, of course! Oh, did you mean more excited than I would have been about having a boy? Probably not.
When the genetic counselor called a month ago with the results from the CVS test, she told me that all the baby's chromosomes were perfectly normal, and that the 46th one was XX. She paused for a dramatic moment to let it sink in, but I had forgotten what it meant. I had just enough time to think to myself, "Oh, great, a boy!" before she continued and said, "So it's a little girl."
Then I thought to myself, "Oh, great, a girl!"
But while at that moment I was truly equally happy with either a boy or a girl, now that some time has passed I have become convinced, as Craig already commented, that a girl will make the best possible addition to our family. It's going to be great! Of course I would have reached the opposite conclusion if we had learned we were having a boy. (Is my psyche too easily satisfied?)
I know some people really desire the opportunity to raise "one of each," but Craig and I never felt that way. Sure, boys and girls are different, but all people are different. You get variety no matter what. And I never yearned for a girl the way some women do.
Well, we love having a boy, and chances are we'll love having a girl. Sure, girls' clothes are annoyingly pink and frilly, and there's the Disney princess empire to counteract, and my friends who have little girls claim I'll immediately feel a sense of foreboding about dating. But I'm excited to see if she looks like me. I'm excited to see if she likes toys that don't have wheels. And there's another thing I'm excited about: if you only have sons, you'll probably never get to see your grandchildren born. Yes, I can think of half a dozen reasons why someone might not get to see their daughter give birth anyway, but at least now I've got a chance.
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