Yesterday, we had our ultrasound and got to see Baby. We were thrilled to see a healthy little one, growing and developing right on track so far. We were also able to be able to find out Baby's gender. Though I was pretty convinced that this baby was a boy, we were very excited to see that we are having another girl. Miss and Lass will be having a Sis! I'm so happy to imagine how wonderful it will be for all my girls to grow up with sisters so close in age. Though I don't have a sister, I've heard they're pretty great. I love that my girls will have each other. I'm picturing some pretty fabulous tea parties, slumber parties for which we don't even need to invite any guests, and lots of great girls' days out. They can do each other's hair and share clothes and be each other's best friends. I love having girls.
And just in case you're feeling badly for my husband, swimming in a sea of estrogen and nail polish... Don't. He is thrilled to have another girl, if maybe slightly terrified. One of the first things he said after our ultrasound appointment was something about needing to build a 20-foot wall around our house. But he loves having girls too. He's gotten very good at playing Care Bears and dress up. And our ladies are total Daddy's girls, especially Lass right now.
We may or may not someday have a little boy. Of course we'd love to have a boy, though we would be perfectly happy with all girls too. And even if we never have a son, I'm quite certain my husband will never feel like he's missing out on anything.
Our girls love to watch football with him on Saturday mornings,
though he is not terribly happy with their choice of teams. So far Miss has expressed her preference for "Go Blue."
For the record, when I bought these shirts for the girls, I wasn't in search of Michigan wear. I was shopping online for a few things for Miss for school and I happened to see these on Old Navy's website. I actually did look for Iowa shirts on there too (I'm not entirely sure I would have bought them, but I did look). No Iowa shirts at Old Navy.
And in case anyone was wondering, when Michigan and Iowa play each other in a few weeks, the girls will be wearing neutral clothing. Maybe I'll just dress them in Maize-colored shirts, since both teams share that color.
We try to keep our rivalry all in good fun around here. But I have to admit I was very excited that Miss burst out singing the Michigan fight song, completely unprovoked, in Target a few weeks ago.
Whichever team our girls choose to root for (it'll probably end up to be the Badgers anyway...), we still all love to watch football together. And they love to be outside with their Daddy.
They don't mind getting dirty or playing a little rough. Miss loves to try to climb trees.
Yesterday we were taking a look at a house on the water. Miss went out on the dock with her Daddy, and when he told her it was time to leave she said, "No, I want to fish. I don't want to go!" My hubby will teach them to fish and even to hunt if they are interested. Miss had her first archery lesson yesterday.
I was really bothered the other day when Miss was looking out the window, watching my hubby shoot his bow. She said something like, "If I was a boy, I could shoot like Daddy."
I was quite upset by this statement, and puzzled, because I have never said anything like this to her, nor have I heard anyone else make such a statement to her or in her presence. So I don't know where she came up with the idea that she would have to be a boy in order to shoot a bow, or do anything else.
Right away I told Miss that she didn't have to be a boy to shoot a bow or do anything else, that she could certainly shoot with her Daddy, she just needed to get a little bit bigger. My husband was so upset when I told him what she'd said, he took her out the next day to shoot with him. I guess she didn't need to be bigger, at least to watch and get the sense that she was doing it.
We will always teach all of our girls that they can do or be whatever they want, if they work hard.
And they will learn to do all sorts of fun things with their Dad.
So definitely don't feel badly for my husband. A few people have made comments like, "Oh how exciting that you're having another girl! But your poor husband!" Of course, they mean this with all good intentions and kindness. But, hell no he's not poor! To quote a song by Greg Brown: my husband is "a man who's rich in daughters." Yes, we are very rich indeed.