Why I Am Excited For A Girl!

I’m not unique to most other humans who at some point in their lives wondered if they would get married, have a successful career, and raise a family. Coupled with that, and if you’ve always had that maternal instinct tucked away inside like I have, you’ve probably wondered what gender your first baby would be.  Truth be told, I always thought I would have BOYS.

This probably started when I was in college and my after school job was that of a nanny for a 6 year old boy named Cameron. My main duties were to pick up Cameron from school everyday, bring him home for a snack and to do any worksheets or homework that had been provided, have some playtime, get a jump on his evening routine, and then pass the torch to his mom when she got home. We also spent summers together which were really long 8-9 hour days, where I’d try my hand at entertaining a playful 6 year old all day (we spent quality time at every theme park in the bay area, 7-11 getting icees, and air conditioned movie theaters). The thing about Cameron was that he was the CHATTIEST, funniest, giggliest little guy, and from the moment I picked him up from school until I headed out the front door to leave for the day, he kept me entertained. One day, I arrived at his elementary school to pick him up and he came flying at me from across the play yard. As we held hands crossing the street to walk over to my car, he said “the grossest thing happened today! A girl at recess tried to kiss me!” I laughed and responded, “ohhh dear, did you politely tell her ‘no, thank you?”  Cameron looked at me like I was crazy and screamed “no way, I told her she was gross!!”  We chatted in the car about how it’s important to be polite and nice to girls, even if they do have cooties. Cameron rolled his eyes in the backseat and insisted the opposite while I lectured. Finally, I asked the obvious question: “Cameron, I’m a girl….do you think I’m gross?”  He thought for a second, then giggled and burst out “you’re not a girl…..YOU’RE MY BABYSITTER!”  It was then that I realized what a sweet connection we had, and that he saw me as his buddy, not just a girl who was stuck taking care of him. From that point on that I was SURE my first baby would be a boy — I could just picture myself with a little guy like Cameron, and the bond we’d share.

Going into our pregnancy I always heard people say “I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, I just want a healthy baby,” and I finally understood the power of those words. Suddenly, knowing this little life was inside me was all I could focus on–gender seemed to be the furthest thing from my mind. Each week that went by felt like a milestone, and I, like most women in their first trimester, just wanted to get to the “safe zone” where things felt a bit more comfortable.  It was around 15 weeks that I started to feel ready to find out who was taking up residency in my belly and to see if my gut instincts were right on gender.  Many friends of mine had found out earlier in their pregnancies if they were having a boy or a girl, but with the testing options available through our insurance (it all comes down to blessed health insurance, right?), we decided to wait until our 20 week anatomy ultrasound to find out.

It was at that appointment that we received the news (right off the bat, nearly seconds after the ultrasound wand touched my baby bump) that we were expecting a baby girl!  As surprised as I was to learn that my predictions had been wrong, my excitement was overwhelming and stronger than I ever anticipated.  Part of me wondered if I would later feel twinges of disappointed that my boy-mom prediction had been a miss — but since learning her gender, I’ve felt nothing but happiness and joy.  What would we name her? How would we raise her? I know so many nice little girls my friends and family have raised who are epitomes of well-behaved, kind, polite little dolls–would mine be like that? How do I make sure she’s not spoiled? Bratty? I quickly dove head first into girl-mom mode with ease, curiosity, and eagerness to learn. Raising a girl,

Its entirely possible that the future could hold something different for Baby #2 (God willing), but from where I’m sitting things are looking pretty perfect for this little lady.  I am so thankful to have had this experience of carrying my baby girl, and am so thrilled to bring her into our lives, and this world.

Here are my TOP 5 reasons for being PUMPED about raising a little lady:

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Val

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