Before the ultrasound this week Tony and I wondered if we would be a little sad about whatever gender the baby was not. We KNEW we would be elated whether the baby was a girl or a boy. The truth is what we really wanted to hear was that she was fine and doing well, which she is. We really didn’t have a preference about the gender. But, would we be happy AND sad? The answer to that is a big fat NO. It is like we never entertained the idea that Zoey might be a boy. We are so over the moon to be having a girl! Just think… a little girl with TWO papa bears! Or correction, one papa bear and one daddy bear! I asked Tony if this made her our little Goldilocks, to which he replied “And these daddies are just right”. He is so frickin cute!
I am not completely sure where it came from, but last night I was struck all of the sudden with the fact that this baby might get sick once or twice. All of the sudden I HAD to know how to handle EVERY possible scenario of dealing with a sick infant. I texted every parent I had ever met (except my mom who was asleep). I love that we have so much love and support, and a bunch of people to tell me that those freak outs are normal. They also reminded me that I HAVE actually taken care of sick kids before, and my husband IS in the medical field. Zoey will be fine if she happens to get sick, which is something that I will absolutely FORBID.
In other news I am sad to report that there seems to be no little baby girl clothes left in the state of Washington as Megan and I have gone a little nuts. Whatever IS left will soon be purchased by my mother. So sad, all those new parents having to drive to Oregon to buy clothes… wait… Oregon is only 2 hours away, is an untapped resourse, AND HAS NO SALES TAX! Okay, gotta go Tony is on duty for the next 24 hours, I need to get to OREGON before he gets off work and starts droning on about “pacing yourself” and “saving money”, two phrases that sound like English, but make absolutely NO sense.