Not knowing

We have decided not to find out whether we are having a girl or a boy.

On some days however, I really want to know. People always ask, "Do you know what you're having?" And when I say, "NO, we're waiting", they say, "Oh you must really want a girl." And you know what? I don't REALLY want a girl. Actually, I want a boy so G can have a brother and I want a girl so B and I can have the experience of knowing what it is like to be the parents of a girl.

Either way we will be thrilled. And all we really care about is if this little human is healthy. That is all that truly matters.

But some days, I just wish I knew.

And then again, there is something fun about NOT knowing.

Prenatal Yoga

Phone conversation with my NOT pregnant sister, C.

Me: When does that Yoga class, you said you signed up for, start?
C: Next Tuesday.
Me: (apparently mumbling) I should sign up for one. A prenatal course.
C: NO!
Me: What do you mean? Why not?
C: I'm beyond the beginner level.
C: And, I will not be the one NOT pregnant girl.

She thought I was trying to insinuate that she needed to take the prenatal course because it would be easier for her.

What girls are good for......

The past few weeks have been a whirlwind of preparations and getting back into our Fall routine. Oh, and the evenings have been filled with scrounging up every last episode of the not yet officially released MAD MEN, Season Three. B has a way of just finding them on the internet, albeit cruddy copies but copies none-the-less. You could say that we are addicted. The last episode we were able to watch, all but the last 10 minutes, was the one where Betty gives birth. As a woman who is about to head down that road in 17 weeks or so, if you haven't seen it yet, all I'll say is, it was horrifying. Just further motivation for me to take control of those things that I do have control over and make the process as natural as it can be, within reason of course.

With G at daycare two days a week, B's new school year in full swing, and me teaching two courses this semester, the lazy days of summer are over. I'm officially 23 weeks pregnant, physically feeling good and eager to meet this new human growing inside of me. But not too eager. I am soaking up these last few months with G and appreciating what I assume to be the ease of "just having one."

He recently made this funny yet potentially troublesome observation on gender roles.

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My friend's daughter, M, born 8 days after G, is his best friend.

Last weekend, we had a small gathering at our house in which M attended. G and M played together all night. The next day at lunch B, G and I were sitting at the table when G told us:

"M fed me with her spoon yesterday. That was really nice."

After which, he proceeded to say:

"That's what girls are good for."
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Maybe it's because I'm one of three girls, maybe it's that I'm 23 weeks pregnant, but if he wasn't only two years old, that would have been cause for a bit of a talking to.