I remember when I got pregnant having a strange feeling I was having a boy.
BUT, I was a girl and loved Barbies and Pink and all things girly.
So, there was no question, I would have a girl.
Boys like mud and trucks and the color blue and they fart.
At our 20 week anatomy scan we were not sure if we wanted to find out the sex of the baby or not.
My husband really wanted to, I was indifferent.
We found out.
Jeff is nosy.
I remember the ultrasound technician said she has to do the important stuff first and if she sees what the baby is along the way great, if not, she will spend a little time at the end trying to get him or her to cooperate.
Baby wouldn't cooperate and she almost had to give up because we needed to move on, there were other appointments she had that day.
Then right as she was about to throw in the towel, baby turned and there it was.
She didn't even have to tell me.
I remember thinking, a boy???
BUT I'M A GIRL!!!!!!! I AM SUPPOSED TO HAVE A GIRL!!!
How do you change the diaper of a boy? They have a penis for gods sake!!!!
I know nothing about boys.
I know nothing about things that boys like to do.
I'm going to have to play with trucks, cars, worms and dirt.
No tutus, no hair clips, no dresses.
No toddlers & tiaras.
Okay, toddlers & tiaras was a joke.
I was so happy but so nervous about having a boy.
Once Davis arrived, I didn't think twice about all these fears of changing diapers on a boy or the other stuff I was so worried about.
You just do it and don't think twice.
If we were to have another baby and I had a girl, I'd probably be freaked out.
Because I'm used to a boy.