It's a Girl!

So, we found out last week that we're definitely having a girl. Around 12 weeks the specialist told us that she thought it was a girl but they confirmed it at our appointment last week. When I was pregnant with Justice I initially wanted a girl partly because I'm a girl. I understand girls. I think they're clothes are better - you know, all that stuff. Then, when we found out we were having a boy I was a little freaked out, to say the least. I mean, there were boy parts in there. Inside my body!

Now, however, I'm a little freaked out about a girl. I know little boys now. I adore my own. He hung the moon where I'm concerned. I'm thankful that this time we don't have to worry about circumcision but other than that, I'm still a little freaked out.

I bring enough drama into our household for one family. I have enough estrogen to last for decades. I'm not sure what to do with a little girl. There will be princesses and bows and lace and frills. Will I be able to do her hair and get her tights on the right way? I mean, we don't even have to brush Justice's hair in the mornings.

On top of that, I'm worried about naming her. I desperately want to start calling her by her name but just what that is eludes us currently. We have a list and it keeps growing - not shrinking. That's the problem. And I'm not sure that Marty and I are going to come close to finding one that we're both happy with anytime soon. So, we continue to look and google and search.

I'm glad to be in the second trimester. For the most part things are going splendidly. I am tired all the stinking time but that will get worse. I have nothing to complain about now considering the fact that I remember what sleep deprivation in its fullest was like. That type of tired only comes with a newborn. Other than that, I'm doing alright. The heartburn that I had with Justice doesn't exist this time - hallelujah! This time around we're not trying to quickly finish a house renovation. We're learning how to do the discipline thing (as hard as it is) so next time around it should be at least a little bit easier. And, to top things off, the sickness is gone. Food is my friend right now which could be my downfall.

I keep telling myself to make good choices where my food is concerned but those carbs keep calling my name. I CANNOT DENY THEM!!! Pasta and bread for lunch sounds absolutely soothing to my soul. Muffins, yes please. Bagels, of course. Chips, you bet ya. Sandwiches, duh. I get a fruit or vegetable in there every once in a while but for the most part, I'm loving all those fatty foods. Just can't stop myself.

We go back next week to the regular doctor and then at week 20 we'll head back to the specialist for more ultrasound pics. Perhaps after that visit, I'll be able to post a few.

Until then, bring on the bread!