When I was expecting Miss N, I was a teacher. I had a great, small group of kids to teach. They always wanted to know what I wanted to have, and my answer was, "A boy. I love you girls but girls are too catty!" Of course, we all know that Miss N was a girl.
I should have never said anything.
Because come May, I will be the mom of three girls.
Meet baby girl #3
She is healthy and weighs approximately 13 ounces, which apparently they measure by measuring the femur.
Tim's response: "Well, this will be a lot cheaper!"
Miss M's response: "I gonna have two sisters? I will call her Lucy. Why we not gets a brover?"
I haven't gotten to confirm with Miss N yet.
I am totally cool with this. I think the events of the last year and a half made gender less of an importance to me than having a healthy baby I can hold. God knows whether or not we are the right family for a boy, and at this point he said nope, we get another girl. I love watching my two sisters grow up, and adding another can't be so bad, can it?