Tomorrow we know

Dear Baby,

I just ate a peanut butter and honey sandwich and some watermelon, and as I type this you are gently bumping the front of the laptop. I’m glad we’re already establishing the “Do as I say, not as I do” mentality, because it’s totally better to move around a little after a meal, but I’m just going to sit here on this here couch and blog instead. But you keep doing your thing.

You haven’t been much of a kicker yet, and I don’t know if that is because Bug’s third trimester gymnastic marathons have wiped out all memory of his first kicks and their lightness and infrequency, or if it’s because you just have a different pre-outside personality than Bug did. Of course, most of the people who hear these musings on your kick status tell me that clearly you are a girl because of this.

Even the cashier at Starbucks this morning after taking my order told me with all the sureness in the world that you were most definitely a girl. “I can just tell,” she said. “That’ll be $2.49.” Cheapest psychic reading I ever had, and it came with a free decaf vanilla latte.

Of course I’ve also had others tell me with just as much surety that you are a boy. “Oh, it’s definitely a boy,” someone said recently. “I can tell by the way you’re carrying him.” Good. I’m glad that’s been cleared up. My name’s Rachel, by the way. And yours is?

I’m kind of bummed a little this time that I don’t have sure feeling of what you are. Last time I knew. But last time I also had whole chunks of time where I would just sit and think about the baby to come. This go around that time is taken up with watching your brother throw a ball upwards the exact same way 47 times in a row while simultaneously browning chicken on the stove and trying to have a conversation on the telephone. (Me not looking at your brother was not an option, in case you were going to suggest ways I might simplify things. But you’ll understand that soon enough without me having to explain it.) So you know, not as much reflection time. Sorry about that.

If you’re a girl, I want you to know this: when I had Bug I didn’t know how to be a boy OR a girl mom, so the learning curve will be the same for you as it was for your brother. He’s turned out ok so far I think. Also, I promise I will filter out the many many clothes I know people will bestow upon you and pick out only the awesomest ones. Also, I won’t make you wear any hair bows if you don’t actually have hair. This is my solemn vow.

If you’re a boy, I want you to know this: having a boy was the BEST thing that could have happened to me three years ago, and I can’t imagine that it would be one bit different this time. When that receptionist the other day said “Lord, please give her her girl this time!” you couldn’t see my face, but I want you to know I shot her a dirty look on your behalf. And I promise to buy you some clothes that are just yours. (Although Bug had impeccable taste, I must say.)

Mostly I want to tell you that I think you’re getting the best mom, dad and brother around. And we’re excited to find out what you are. So if you don’t mind, bottoms up around 10:30 tomorrow, kay?

Then we’ll go get a milkshake to celebrate. I know you’ve been wanting one of those recently.

Love,
Your mom

3 comments

1 Shayleen { 06.03.08 at 1:29 pm }

Rachel,
that was so sweet. I am excited for you to find out what your are carrying. I am partial to girls (since I have 2 of them) and they are wonderful! I know that either way, your family will be blessed. Can’t wait to hear the news.
Shayleen

2 Elizabeth Hartman { 06.03.08 at 1:43 pm }

This made me all warm and fuzzy inside. Good luck tomorrow!

3 Melinda { 06.03.08 at 9:44 pm }

I’d have bought the souvenir, too. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful day tomorrow, and be blessed by the result!!

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