|PROUD Big Brother Jack|
|The only time I will let anyone see her goodies. Ever.|
The long awaited day in my pregnancy finally arrived. The day we found out if Jackson will have a brother or a sister. The day where we either run to the store to pick up a bucket of pink paint or break out the crib bedding we used for Jack. The day that we can finally start giving this baby an identity rather than calling it "it". While I lovingly referred to baby as Nugget in the beginning, the nickname didn't stick and I long to be able to refer to it by the name we have chosen. We have chosen a name which will be revealed when she makes her glorious appearance into the world this December. I will tell you our number 2 & 3 girl names that got cut in the final hour: Kate (Katie) Marie and Alexandra Marie.
Thankfully, the VERY first question from our ultrasound tech was, "Do you want to know the gender?" We replied with a resounding "YES!!!" Without a bit of hesitation, she typed G-I-R-L on the screen and said, "It's a girl!" Both my husband and I got pretty misty (okay, he may be have been misty, I was outright crying). All along, everyone kept asking me if I would "prefer" a boy or a girl and my answer was always, "Healthy. Doesn't matter either way." Deep down, I wanted a girl; however, I didn't want to be disappointed either. Certain that it would be a boy in my very male genetically dominated family, I got myself pumped up for hearing the words, "It's a boy!" We even picked out his name, Noah Andrew. I was so certain in fact that I stopped fantasizing about a girl altogether and starting getting really excited about it being a boy. So when I heard that word, GIRL, I was legitimately shocked. Of course in the best way possible. It's a total dream come true. For my parents too- this is their first granddaughter. They have 4 grandsons.
I am thankfully halfway through my pregnancy and so anxious and excited for this little girl to be here and in our lives. I'm so ready for her. I have heard the rumors that baby #2 is a difficult transition. While I have no doubt going back to being up all night and changing diapers will be horrifically exhausting, I just feel more prepared to deal with it this time around. There are no surprises. There is nothing planned in December other than to simply have this baby (yes, I plan to do all of my Christmas shopping online this year not to mention buy a LOT of gift bags as opposed to wrapping all of those fucking presents). I felt like when I was pregnant with Jack that I had absolutely no idea what was really going to happen. No preconceived notion about what having a baby would actually be like. I was honestly clueless. I don't expect to be the baby whisperer now that I have had some experience, but at the very least, I have some expectations going into it and some knowledge about what I need to do this time around.
Now that I know I am having a girl, soooooo many things in my pregnancy have become apparent. For example, the relentless morning sickness that I am pretty sure won't go away until she makes her debut. The other part? Holy shit, the emotional roller coaster. It HAS to be the whole female growing in my body thing but I have been an absolute disaster this pregnancy. This week has been probably the worse week ever. My husband went on his annual fishing trip with the boys for the week. Now, normally, I wouldn't have cared but let's face it. I'm pregnant. Sick. Exhausted. My 5 year old is hella high maintenance. Please don't judge me when I pull out the babysitter otherwise known as "Wii U". Top it off with work stress. My company had a HUGE website launch, one that I will be pretty much owning from a content marketing perspective going forward, and it has been a complete and utter disaster. It failed on a disastrous level and any moment that I have not been catering to my son or sitting in traffic has been spent working. Even sleep has become secondary. It's only Tuesday and I am just completely DONE with this week. I need a hug. Or perhaps a spa day.
Next year that trip WILL become a father-son fishing trip.
Here is me last week at 19 weeks. Wearing pink in honor of my baby girl of course.