I admit, we were surprised.
Even though I didn't have a feeling, a sense, a dream, a premonition, or any sort of strong belief one way or the other, I really thought we'd be having a boy. After all, I've been so sick. And we've had him named for the past six years.
I guess someone else can have the name because, baby, we're going to have THREE little girls in our house.
As my friend Laura said, we've decided to specialize in this particular field of parenting. Just like doctors specialize in a field of medicine, we will be specialists for parenting girls. Specifically, parenting curly haired girls being raised by Type-A parents, which might even be more complicated than becoming a neurosurgeon. Seriously. Imagine the hair drama in about 10 years. There's a reason why we designed the bathroom for our future house to be extra large.
The ultrasound revealed that Miss Baby is healthy and growing right on track. She had a full tummy and a full bladder, and managed to give us a little wave during her moment on camera. The placenta has attached at the front, which explains why I rarely feel her kicking around. I'm sure eventually she'll make her presence known, but so far I rarely feel her. I wouldn't guess that there was a baby in my tummy except that I feel plenty pregnant with all the other less amazing symptoms.
When we got the "it's a girl" news, Sydney was disappointed at first, but seems to be handling it just fine. Jules was happy but then later disappointed because she thought we were going to the doctors to get the baby. I'd be disappointed too if I had expected to bring home a tiny bundle and instead got a fuzzy black and white picture. Total rip-off.
At the end of the day, I don't mind having a houseful of girls, although it would have been nice to add a boy to the family. There is a teensy tiny bit of me that feels like I let the family down even though obviously my super powers were limited in that area. (I'm not quite sure where my super powers are unlimited....)
But as so many of you commented to me over at Facebook, three girls is fabulous. It's all good. Three girls. Like Little House on the Prairie.
Now all we need is a fiddle, an afternoon spent churning butter, and a good old bulldog Jack, and we'll be set.