Christmas Morning Surprise: It’s a…
After all the gifts had been opened on Christmas morning…
There was still one to go…
Inside the adorably wrapped bag was something special identifying whether our little baby is a girl or a boy. The suspense was killlllllllling me.
We opened the package with nervous excitement…
…to find out that we are having a precious baby GIRL!
This will be the outfit she comes home in from the hospital. Just the thought of that makes this whole thing seem more real.
I was POSITIVE that the baby baking inside of me was a little boy. In fact, if I were a betting woman-which I am, I would have bet a great deal of money on the fact that we were having a boy. So far, my maternal instincts are 100% incorrect. Uh-oh.
But now I can say something that I would have gotten judged for before—I was (secretly) hoping for a little girl. I am SO, SO, SO excited. (as evidenced by the action shot below)
DISCLAIMER: obviously I would be beyond delighted to have a little boy. Let me be clear that all we want is a healthy baby, of course.
But a little girl—a little GIRL! You know what this means?
Anne of Green Gables, chubby little baby girl thighs, ballet classes, Little Women, Disney princess movies, baking cookies, dance recitals, adorable dresses, dress-up, Angelina Ballerina, art projects, fairytales, monograms, ruffled eyelet panties, monogrammed ruffled eyelet panties, Madeline, tea parties, dance parties, and ohsomuch more.
Visions of my little sugarplum are dancing in my head.
Clearly raising our little girl(!!) free from gender stereotypes,