…where flavor = gender
We find out if Baby Dub is a bouncing baby boy or a darling baby girl come Monday.
The excitement is palpable around the Dub household.
At least, I can feel it.
I am fairly convinced we are having a girl. This is likely because I would prefer to have a boy first. In all my dreams about Dub, we have a girl on our hands (including one particularly terrifying dream in which baby came out talking… Which might not be all that big of a surprise…).
After I found out we were having a baby, my first real panic attack centered around the fact that I don’t know how to French braid hair.
So you can understand my trepidation at the thought of a little bundle of girly joy, as I simply won’t know what to do with it. Friends of mine or acquaintances who have had little baby girls post these adorable pics of their little ones in bows and huge headbands (why can’t I pull those off?) and I just drink in the cuteness, but secretly I worry…
I won’t know how to make mine that cute.
Both the hubs and I come from families where the oldest is a girl. This is not a complaint, but I would love for our little girl, when she comes along, to have a big brother to look out for her.
What’s fun about all this is that when it comes to baby names, life would be very easy if we were having a girl… We are in complete agreement on the full name for our little girl, and we even have the same second choice for Baby Girl Dub 2 should she come along. Boy names, however, are a complete challenge. The Hubs is making up words to name our son, while I endlessly scour sites like nameberry.com looking for something that catches my eye and doesn’t immediately lose The Hubs upon suggestion.
No matter what flavor Baby Dub turns out to be, I can’t wait to meet him/her. No matter what the flavor, I am sure I will be ecstatic. If it is a boy, then my dream of Big Brother Dub will come true. If it is a girl, then I will have the supreme satisfaction of having my maternal intuition be spot-on.
I will also have the challenge of dedicating the next 5 months to perfecting my French braid skills.