So we find out soonish if Baby 4 is a boy or girl. Assuming he/she cooperates at the ultrasound.
With the other three, I knew before the ultrasound tech had a chance to tell us what they were. My boys were not shy. I am hoping this baby let's us have a peek.
Andy and I have decided on names. But I think we may try and keep those under wraps until baby is born. I am sure with the names we have chosen there will be some commentary. I am normally not opposed to people expressing opinions on baby names because it didn't take a while to find names we like. These names took a lot of discussion, so I am not risking any ridiculous comments.
I have had two dreams about this baby. Both dreams had this baby being a girl.
The first dream was when I was just at the end of my first trimester. In the dream I was having a lovely lunch with my Gram and she told me this baby was a girl and not to worry, that things were going to go just fine through the pregnancy, and she couldn't wait to see her because she was surely going to be as beautiful a baby as Emerson. This was a hard dream to have, as my Gram passed away several years ago, before Emerson was born. I miss her terribly. But I am lucky in that she and I will have "lunch" every so often, usually at a time of high stress or worry. We talk, catch up, and I wake up with bittersweet tears. After this dream I sobbed on and off for days. I chalk some of that up to hormones. I told Andy and my mom and sister. And joked a little that wouldn't it be funny if baby was a girl.
Last night I had my second "Baby 4 is a girl dream." I was just folding laundry, still sporting a giant belly, and the basket was full of pink and purple and obviously girly baby things. I pulled out a beautiful blue and white sleeper (reminded me of a delicate china pattern) with birds and lacy ruffles on it. Very girly.
So, I am either secretly hoping or worrying Baby 4 is a girl.
I can't decide which.
It's funny because when people find out we have three boys I get a "hoping for a girl this time?" Or sometimes a "so if this is a boy will you try again for a girl?"
But, no, I don't think we were hoping for one sex or the other--just healthy. And, no, four is the limit for this family. Really.
I can't see myself being disappointed if Baby 4 is a boy. I can't see being disappointed if it is a girl. And I think it is kind of mean?rude?weird? for someone to think that we would be so disappointed that none of our awesome kids were girls that we just HAD to get pregnant again to try for a girl. Or that we'd be so sad if this baby is a boy that we'd immediately start planning on when to get pregnant again to try for a girl.
We have our kiddos because we like our family, love our kiddos, and feel like we have room in our hearts for them.
I am counting down the days until we get to peek at Baby 4 again. Excited to see what we can (little profile? a nose? tiny feet?) and hopefully find out boy or girl so I can plan out the nursery and tell our sweet boys what fun a new brother/sister will be.
I will be a little freaked out (in a pleasant way) if my dreams were right, though.
With the other three, I knew before the ultrasound tech had a chance to tell us what they were. My boys were not shy. I am hoping this baby let's us have a peek.
Andy and I have decided on names. But I think we may try and keep those under wraps until baby is born. I am sure with the names we have chosen there will be some commentary. I am normally not opposed to people expressing opinions on baby names because it didn't take a while to find names we like. These names took a lot of discussion, so I am not risking any ridiculous comments.
I have had two dreams about this baby. Both dreams had this baby being a girl.
The first dream was when I was just at the end of my first trimester. In the dream I was having a lovely lunch with my Gram and she told me this baby was a girl and not to worry, that things were going to go just fine through the pregnancy, and she couldn't wait to see her because she was surely going to be as beautiful a baby as Emerson. This was a hard dream to have, as my Gram passed away several years ago, before Emerson was born. I miss her terribly. But I am lucky in that she and I will have "lunch" every so often, usually at a time of high stress or worry. We talk, catch up, and I wake up with bittersweet tears. After this dream I sobbed on and off for days. I chalk some of that up to hormones. I told Andy and my mom and sister. And joked a little that wouldn't it be funny if baby was a girl.
Last night I had my second "Baby 4 is a girl dream." I was just folding laundry, still sporting a giant belly, and the basket was full of pink and purple and obviously girly baby things. I pulled out a beautiful blue and white sleeper (reminded me of a delicate china pattern) with birds and lacy ruffles on it. Very girly.
So, I am either secretly hoping or worrying Baby 4 is a girl.
I can't decide which.
It's funny because when people find out we have three boys I get a "hoping for a girl this time?" Or sometimes a "so if this is a boy will you try again for a girl?"
But, no, I don't think we were hoping for one sex or the other--just healthy. And, no, four is the limit for this family. Really.
I can't see myself being disappointed if Baby 4 is a boy. I can't see being disappointed if it is a girl. And I think it is kind of mean?rude?weird? for someone to think that we would be so disappointed that none of our awesome kids were girls that we just HAD to get pregnant again to try for a girl. Or that we'd be so sad if this baby is a boy that we'd immediately start planning on when to get pregnant again to try for a girl.
We have our kiddos because we like our family, love our kiddos, and feel like we have room in our hearts for them.
I am counting down the days until we get to peek at Baby 4 again. Excited to see what we can (little profile? a nose? tiny feet?) and hopefully find out boy or girl so I can plan out the nursery and tell our sweet boys what fun a new brother/sister will be.
I will be a little freaked out (in a pleasant way) if my dreams were right, though.
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