I'm sort of hoping for a little girl this time. I would also be perfectly fine with another little boy, of course. But I guess my mom and I have always had a close relationship, and I would love to have that kind of bond with a daughter.
This is probably it for us. I feel sort of ambivalent about that. Just the idea that something is your last. However, to be honest, I'm anxious about the transition from one to two. Everything we're doing now, all of the expenses we have now, imagine them doubled. Two pick-ups and drop-offs. Two daycare tuitions. Twice as many diapers to change. (We're working on potty training with little buddy, and he has sporadically pee-peed in the potty like a big boy, but we still have a ways to go.)
Right now, I'm enjoying telling select people about the pregnancy. I love the way the words "I'm pregnant" elicit smiles, congratulations, surprise, hugs, laughter. They're such powerful words. But at the same time, I also enjoy the fact that it's still more or less a secret. You're sitting there, typing at your desk, going about your normal life, seemingly the same person you always were, but little do they know that you're not the same. That you have a tiny baby inside of you.
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