
Okay, I am going to be completely honest here for a minute. I am absolutely thrilled, ecstatic, awed and so terrified of having a little girl. I know I am being a bit irrational and silly. But, I was kind of glad that Noah was a boy. I knew from pretty much the very beginning of our marriage that we would have a boy. I prepared myself for this ball of energy and excitment, for snuggles, trucks, wrestling and lots of toot talking from the beginning of my dreams. I felt a bit more prepared in some ways of what to expect from being this little boys mom.
So, what it really comes down too is that, I feel a bit unprepared, awed, overwhelmed and panic over having a girl. Which makes no sense to me because you would think with this being my third pregnancy and 2nd baby that I would feel a bit more calm about the entire situation. I don't think it helps that I have had quite a few people state that they think this little girl is going to be a bundle of trouble and angst. I had to ask them to stop talking about their feeling, for it was causing me a bit more stress than I could handle. Kersten has been cursed by his mother to have a child just like him, and with feeling I have about this girls personality and from the ultrasound, I feel as if Kersten already understands her a bit better than I do. I want her to be well rounded. My wish is that she will sometimes play princess with me and also climb trees and dig in the dirt with Noah. Maybe I am hoping to much.
I know all of these worries are probably unfounded and completely void of reason. But they are still there always lurking in the forefront of my mind. I am afraid to be the example that this sweet one has of a woman. This is how a woman should be, should act, should feel and treat other people. Lately, I have been seeing all my imperfections with a huge magnify glass. I will come to grips with these silly notions in my head. Heavenly Father and I have discussed them at great length. So I know it is completely me. And if I just do the best I can for this girl that is all that is asked of me and leave the rest to the Lord. So I say, HOORAY! for sweet, active, funny, giggly, spazzy, twirling little dancer, gymnast, princess, tomboy little girls.
(Thanks to Aunt Virginia who brought us the amazing cake the day we found out it was a GIRL)