Seesters

So we found out today that we’re having another girl.

I’ll admit, completely honestly, that I thought we were having a boy. I’ve always thought that people end up having what they are supposed to have, sort of based on their personalities, etc. I know that sounds utterly stupid, but it has seemed to fit the people that I know. A woman I used to work with had two boys. It made complete sense. She was a lovely woman – very nice, nurturing, but just didn’t seem like the type of person that would handle a girl. Whatever that means. Then again, considering I don’t think I’m girly at all, Stella adores a pair of ballerina PJs that my mom gave and sparkle shoes that are hand-me-downs.

So when we knew we were having another kid, I just felt that we had to have a boy. Steve loves cars. Motorcycles. Bicycles. Boats. Vehicles that go. Mechanisms. Engineering. A boy right? He needs a boy to teach all of this to. And then I thought, holy cow! I’m a feminist! I would rather Stella be an engineer than an artsy-fartsy person like me. How could I think that Stella can’t learn from her daddy and enjoy all of that as much as he does? She picked up a screwdriver off the counter the other day (you know, b/c we just have them lying around) and started “fixing” things. She actually asked to go out to the van and “Fix Daddy’s van” for him so it was “fixed when he got home.” Wouldn't he love that…

So this morning, when the doctor asked one more time whether we’d like to know – and we said yes in unison, he said see? It’s a girl? Yeah right, like I can tell that black and white area right there is her genitals. Thanks doc. And I’ll admit, a wave of disappointment ran over me. And then a wave of guilt, for even thinking that I was disappointed about this little wee one growing in my belly. “She” has been more fiery than Stella ever was at this point – lots of punching and kicking, twisting and turning, constant movement, as if she were asking to be heard. While Stella’s in-utero nickname was “Speedy” she was more of a swimmer and mover, not a kicker and puncher.

A friend suggested they will be best friends. Or “Frenemies” and who knows? I’ll be honest, I don’t think my brother and I got along until he turned 18. We were definitely “friend-enemies” for quite some time. Since neither Steve nor I know what it’s like to have another sibling of the same sex, this will be interesting. Steve is elated no matter what though. And frankly, maybe we ARE meant to have two girls. Stella makes him smile with such joy sometimes I would think his heart would pop. And if Stella pushes my buttons like no other, god knows what it would be like with a boy. He did say that he will have to make sure that in the next house we live in, he had better have a man room so that he can escape the “estrogen levels” now and then. Ha. Just wait until I hit menopause.