I'm sitting in the doctor's office, waiting to see the doc, but the main event has already happened: I had an ultrasound, and the baby finally opened her legs, and showed those unmistakable 3 lines: girl!!! I can't believe it - this makes it seem so very real.
I can't believe I'm going to be the mother to a little girl. To say that I'm nervous about my capabilities to raise a girl is an understatement. I know I shouldn't be nervous, but having a girl brings up so many different emotions and memories about my childhood that I don't think would happen if I found out our baby is a boy. Oh well, I guess that's what therapy is for... What do you think I'll be talking about with my counselor in the upcoming weeks? :)
Please don't misinterpret my anxiety with disappointment. I've always wanted a little girl. From the clothes and all the girly stuff, to watching the hubs be a father to a girl (I know he'll be great!), to raising a girl to be strong and independent, I'm thrilled! I can't wait to meet her, this little girl of mine!!!
In the meantime, I wish the doc would hurry up so I can get out of here and into the mall! I haven't bought anything yet - it's time to start shopping!