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Growing up, I was not typically one to dream about my wedding or my future house – I didn’t picture myself in a particular dress or looking a certain way. However, I will say that as I grew older – when I pictured myself having a child – it was always a girl. Why? I have no idea. Maybe because I’m a girl? Maybe because allof my friends had little girls? Regardless of the reason, it’s what I did. It’s not that I particularly wanted a girl over a boy – it’s just what popped into my head when I thought about having a child. When I walked through a children’s clothing store I fixated on the little girl’s clothing. I really can’t remember ever noticing boy’s clothes.
Needless to say, when I got pregnant this continued. I would love to say that I was full of “mother’s intuition” and that I knew from the moment I peed on a stick that I was having a blonde haired boy and we would name him Evan and all that jazz…but that would be so not true. I’ve heard people talk about this miraculous ability…but I don’t have it. I wasn’t alone though – the majority of our family and friends along with loads of old wives tails and almanacs backed up my assumptions – I mean, who argues with an almanac! And to beat that – my claim was even validated by the airport security lady in Jamaica as she searched my bag. After looking at my stomach and asking “what kind” of baby I was having she looked at me and without a doubt said “it’s a girl.” I boarded the plane and bragged to Alex about how right I would be…