It's official! If my dog survives until September (she is 14 or so), then we'll be outnumbered. Outnumbered in the gender war. Me and the Wolf vs. Carly, Sophie (the dog), and... a baby girl.
Yep. We're expecting again, and this time, it is a human child of the fairer sex. "You'll have one of each!" say my coworkers and anyone else who is cursed with multiple children of a single sex only. My friend Katarina, who has three girls, sighs somewhat when she sees pictures of my son. My coworker Christine sighs a little when she considers that my wife will be able to do "girly things" with a daughter.
I'm opposed to all of that. If I have any hand in it, my daughter will be neck deep in Dungeons & Dragons by age six. Actually, I just want her to be like the Deal sisters.
I'm excited. I have been having a lot of fun with my first rotten child. It's time to have another. We've been at it for a little over a year, I think. We pulled the goalie the same time we really knew we were going to buy a house. We had a couple of false starts I guess. Carly's enhanced testing regime gave very precise results, and when it was apparent that a positive test was no longer positive, it caused some unsteady mornings. Still, a few false starts this time are way easier than our false start the first time....
The Wolf has been slowly coming around. We're talking to him about the prospect of a little sister, a new baby, etc. The other day he lifted up my shirt and poked me in the belly. "There's a baby in there?" I think he's figured out that a paunch is the same as being pregnant. I told him there's beer in there.
OK. That's all I have for now. More will inevitably come.
P.S. Oh yeah, today I settled one of the last three debts related to my Ohio properties. Two to go.
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