Oh Boy

It's a girl. :)

Funny, I spent the past four months convincing myself that a boy would be okay, boys are as awesome as girls, boys are BETTER than girls, that by the time I found out it was a girl I was confused and didn't know how to feel! 

Fella wanted a boy, I know, but he's still tickled (pink) and was already talking about how she's going to be Daddy's Girl. 

Speaking of Daddy's girl... One of the things I had thought about (at the suggestion of my counselor) in this whole "a boy would still be good" conversation with myself is that having a boy would allow me to reconcile some of the feelings I have about my own absent father and males in general, and would allow me to have a hand in raising a man that would potentially be a good father one day. To right the my father's wrong, so to speak.  In the doctor's office yesterday, I realized that having a daughter gives me the opportunity to give to her the one thing I did not have, because I know that no matter what happens, my little girl will always have her daddy.

I cried when I first thought that, when I told the story later to P, and again right now.  Hormones are crazy things, y'all.

Update

Tomorrow we find out the sex of the baby.  I can't believe it's already time, the time is FLYING and I haven't done much to get ready-- the room that will be the nursery hasn't been touched.  I have not bought a speck of baby clothes-- though I did buy some adorable little shoes, a changing pad/cover, jogging stroller and diaper bag at a consignment sale.  That's it. I am building quite the maternity clothes collection. It'll be easier to really feel like it's actually happening when I know the sex.  I think.

There's a lot of organizing I feel like I need to do at the house first, cleaning out and giving away and moving things around.  I haven't felt much like doing anything at all, but now the nausea seems to have finally past. Though I've been dealing with an upper respiratory thing for about three weeks which has made me less than eager to start stirring up dust in the attic.  Still, I need to do it before I get too big and exhausted to even try.

My peeps (parents, sister, BIL, niece) are coming for Easter, and I am excited about that. :) Haven't seen my sister since Thanksgiving and she is bringing me lots of baby stuff and we can go to the baby store and touch all the little tiny things and squeal together. :) 

It is March and I love college basketball, as you know, and Fella promised that if the Tigers make the Final Four we will go.  Of course, he did this because he is pretty certain that the Tigers will not make the Final Four... but I thought it would make an excellent babymoon trip. :)  So, GO TIGERS!