And Now the Battle of the Hormones is Finally Tied

When I married a man that had five brothers I didn't ever expect to have a daughter.  I gave up frivolous notions of tea parties and things covered in pink tulle; I was just going to have to be happy with a house full 'O penises.  And then I got pregnant with Elsbeth.  

I was so confident that she was going to be a boy that I went as far as buying some little boy clothes and only making notations in the boy section of the name book I bought.  Then came the day when I went in for that enlightening ultrasound and discovered that mine would not be the only va jay jay  and set of bobbies in our house any more.  

I was so completely shocked that at first I was a little upset as was Jeremy when I told him.  At which point I yelled at his sperm for making that decision.  And then.  Then I allowed myself to explore the endless girly possibilities that having a daughter meant.  Stars began to fill my field of vision as did tiny toe headed girls in ballerina outfits begging me to paint their toe nails.

I immediately began stocking up on just about everything ever made in pink.  I even did eBay searches that were as simple as "vintage pink".  And you'd be amazed at some of the things you can find with a general search like that.  Granted you may be 1,000 pages in and your eyes may be bleeding before you find anything worthwhile.  I figured this was my one and only shot at a girl so I'd better make it good.  And just let me tell you, she is ALL girl.  There was no forcing it upon her like I had imagined.  This child loves shoes more than I used to and could spend the better part of Sesame Street twirling around in a tutu while singing a song about unicorns.

The man who at first was nervous about having a daughter because he frankly just wasn't used to little girls is now wrapped so tightly around her little finger that he might just snap from sheer bliss.

Now I'm on pregnancy number two, and if the way I feel and the way this baby moves is any indication of what sex it will be this one is the opposite of what it was with Elsbeth.  So, once again I prepared for a son.  I gave away my pink stroller for Pete's sake!  Why I do this to myself, I just don't know.  But on our visit to the ultrasound technician, I was surprised once again at the lack of wiener on the screen.  One thing this baby did do like her sister was to ever so graciously give us a nice shot at all her parts as if to declare, read it and weep boys, read it and weep.  Well, Ellie, I said, I guess we'll have to start saving for college AND weddings.  

But this time, as with last time, after the initial shock wears off, I'm thrilled as is Jeremy.  I have more fun with Elsbeth than I could have ever imagined and I can't comprehend how much more fun it will be with another one in the house.  I always wanted a sister and now my daughter will have that chance.  I just hope this one likes pink as much as her sister does.

I don't know much about ultrasound pictures, but if you can tell anything about what a person will look like by the picture, then this girl is going to look exactly like her sister.  Who knows?  To any parents who read this blog, what do you think?  Was the ultrasound picture good indicator of what your child looked like and if you have more than one child, did their pictures look alike?

Here is Elsbeth at 20 weeks:

Here is Baby Girl #2 at 22 weeks: