We’ve known all along. In fact, when I first found out I was pregnant, I can’t explain it, but I just knew her name. That pretty much killed the surprise and made me feel a little crazy. Husband has always called BP “her” and “she.”
I wanted to make a baby blanket for BP right away, so I went to the yarn store and bought neon pink. Then I felt really guilty assuming that she was a girl, so I went back, but the only color that jumped out at me was a deep purple. My mind was seriously set on girl.
Another reason I thought my instincts might be right is because I’ve always, my whole life, thought that I would have a boy first. Until I got pregnant.
I guess that’s why I just couldn’t wait any longer–I had to know if I was insane, or if we were right. I have no idea how people wait (Andrea!).
I’m not a huge fan of pink, but I love, love, love 80s neon pink. You can’t tell, but the blanket I’m making (above) is the perfect shade of orange-y neon pink. If you remember the sweatshirts that I puff-painted in elementary school, you’ve got the color. Glorious.
Now the question is “What’s her name!?!?!?!”
But we’re not telling. Not until after she’s born.
We talked about announcing the most hideous, ridiculous name just to see what your reactions would be, but I’m too lazy to think of a fake name.
Right now she has 2 names, but I’m pressing for a third. Not hyphenated. Hyphenated names can be too intense sometimes. We are in LOVE with her name(s) and can’t wait to tell everybody. Husband’s mom is doing her best to squeeze it out of us by begging for hints (she’s so cute), so if it slips out, I’ll let you know, but I don’t think it will.
Now I can get back to planning the most amazing dollhouse ever in the history of dollhouses.
We’re having a girl!
I’m so excited and relieved that we were right. How awkward would it be to start saying “he” all of a sudden after 4 months of “she”?