{"id":972,"date":"2007-08-28T07:11:36","date_gmt":"2007-08-28T12:11:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2007\/08\/28\/pink-or-blue-lay-your-bets\/"},"modified":"2007-08-28T07:11:36","modified_gmt":"2007-08-28T12:11:36","slug":"pink-or-blue-lay-your-bets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/2007\/08\/28\/pink-or-blue-lay-your-bets\/","title":{"rendered":"Pink or blue? Lay your bets!"},"content":{"rendered":"

One more sleep! Wednesday morning at 9:00 is the big reveal, assuming baby is amenable to the exposure. (And you know I come from a long line of exhibitionists.) We finally get to find out whether baby has indoor or outdoor plumbing.<\/p>\n

I swear, never in my whole life have I expended so much energy in not <\/em>thinking about something. For weeks, I’ve been careful not to speculate, not to wonder, and certainly not to hope. But despite my best efforts, I’m now emotionally and intellectually engaged in this pregnancy. I can feel the baby moving almost every day, and a couple of people in my office have tentatively approached me and asked if maybe I had some good news I wanted to share while looking pointedly at my no-longer-subtle belly. (Seriously, people, unless a woman has another human being dangling from between her legs, “Are you pregnant?” is still one of the most dangerous questions on the planet!) So I’ve let go of the fear and given myself over to joy and anticipation.<\/p>\n

And tomorrow, the last big question will be answered.<\/p>\n

It’s no secret that I would like a girl. Here are the top five<\/s> six reasons I hope this little passenger is of the female variety:<\/p>\n

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  1. I want a girl because I think it would be an easier family dymanic to have two boys and a girl rather than strand Simon in the middle of three boys.<\/li>\n
  2. I want a girl because I was a girl, and I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve always had such a wonderful relationship with my mother, and she with her mother before that, and I would love to carry that on to the next generation. <\/li>\n
  3. I want a girl because when boys grow up, they tend to move away and girls stay close.<\/li>\n
  4. I want a girl so she can be daddy’s little girl, just like I was… and, erm, continue to be.<\/li>\n
  5. I want a girl because I fear the grocery bills – and the infrastructure of the house! – if we have three towering teenage boys in the house at the same time.<\/li>\n
  6. I want a girl simply because I don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t have one.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n

    And yet, I would be delighted by another boy. Here’s why:<\/p>\n

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    1. I know from boys. I’ve got five and a half years of insight into mothering boys. I know their bits, I know their preferences, I know their foibles.<\/li>\n
    2. I’ve always preferred the company of boys over girls. The idea of spending the rest of my life surrounded by men has a certain appeal.<\/li>\n
    3. Mean girls and middle school. I’m not sure I could do it again, even (or especially?) by proxy.<\/li>\n
    4. I’ve got a pretty good stash of boy-stuff. Rugby shirts and toy trucks and baseball caps and Sponge Bob videos; I spent a lot of time weeding through the pink pieces at Gymboree and Old Navy to find some truly great boy clothes.<\/li>\n
    5. Simply bellowing “BOYS!” to get their attention is far more effective than “CHILDREN!” or – god forbid – actually trying to get out the right name first.<\/li>\n
    6. Last but not least, how could I not <\/em>want another Tristan or Simon?\n<\/ol>\n

      In the mood for a little prognostication? Throughout this pregnancy, I’ve had a hard time not visibly shuddering every time someone smiled and leaned in and whispered confidentially, “I think this one’s a girl!” (Funny how nobody thinks it’s a boy… at least not out loud.) But I’m ready now! Lay your bets on the table, folks.<\/p>\n

      Is it a boy?
      \nIs it a girl?
      \n… or…
      \nWill it be too stubborn to divulge its secrets?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

      One more sleep! Wednesday morning at 9:00 is the big reveal, assuming baby is amenable to the exposure. (And you know I come from a long line of exhibitionists.) We finally get to find out whether baby has indoor or outdoor plumbing. I swear, never in my whole life have I expended so much energy … Continue reading “Pink or blue? Lay your bets!”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-972","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-postcards-from-my-uterus"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/972","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=972"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/972\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=972"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=972"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/danigirl.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=972"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}