It’s like you get married and you love your husband with all your heart, and then you actually combine your cells with theirs and create a life. Like we will have this little bitty baby that will be everything I love about Pete, and everything I like about myself without the bad stuff. Or at least I won’t see it.
Because I am not going to look at my baby and be like ‘ugh, baby you are not a very generous listener sometimes’ or ‘baby, can you please take out the garbage without me asking’.
It’s a baby! for Barbara’s sake. You just kiss it and love it and keep it alive and try to raise it to be a kind and happy human. Which is actually kind of daunting- but no more so than it is amazing.
I kind of feel like I invented the concept, I am like- do other people know about this?? They should totally do it, too!
And now today, possibly at the very moment you are reading this, we will be finding out what kind of baby we made together!
And I am curious, what do you think we are having??
The evidence supporting Team Boy is: I am carrying low, I am craving salty things, I am not hideous, and all of the intelligender tests I took said ‘boy’.
The evidence supporting Team Girl is: Our baby nurse thinks I am having a girl because I am carrying weight in my hips- I told her that is not pregnancy specific but nonetheless, it is true. The chinese calendar and string-ring test both say girl as well.
So what do you think? If you are right we might name our baby after you.
What an honor that would be.