Two months left until my due date.
It's amazing how quick the time passes. Brandon and I were walking the dog, thinking about 9 weeks ago, since we have 9 weeks left, and we realized we were about to come back from Australia. Weren't we just there? Wasn't Brandon just deployed? Where was the time going?
We are getting so excited to meet our little girl. Brandon talks to my belly sometimes, usually asking her what her name is (she kicked on Victoria!). Our life right now is being planned in two phases - the next two months before her arrival, and the next however-long after she's born.
I was convinced we were having a boy. I had to be! My friends all had boys; though maybe that put the odds of having a girl on my side? I checked all the charts, did the math... she was supposed to be a boy. Though in the back of my mind, there was always that doubt, and it was confirmed by our 20 week ultrasound. Girl.
I'm a tomboy. I don't do pink, I don't wear dresses much, I climb trees, shoot guns, and can't braid my own hair if I tried. Of course, I would have a girl.
Honestly, I'm nervous about the whole idea. Raising girls is hard! I want her to grow up and be independent. I want her to be strong-minded, strong-willed, comfortable with herself, and comfortable with being a girl. I wasn't comfortable with being a girl for a looooong time.
So while I try to figure out the best way to raise this little girl to be the best person she can be, I'm throwing myself into all things girly. I'm looking at cute headbands and pretty dresses. I can't wait to dress her up! And in the back of my mind, I know Brandon and I will love this girl for whoever she is, and raise her to be a wonderful person.
I'm still not sold on pink stuff though...