A Not-So-Secret Secret

It’s a girl.

Uh oh. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

And I was able to keep this secret from Baby Daddy (who wanted to be surprised at the birth) for exactly two whole days.

We were falling asleep around 2 AM and the baby was especially active. She often kicks the snot out of me in the wee hours, very strong little bun in my not so little oven. So as I was drifting off to sleep I said “This baby is going to be a night owl like her parents.”

Prompting Baby Daddy to snap awake, “Did you just say HER?”

We’re already calling her Lily, short for Lilian, but we were considering Bianca…….the reactions I’ve collected on those two names (via a myspace blog) are high-larious. One friend actually wrote “my husband says Bianca sounds like a black girl’s name”, meanwhile my black cousin, named Bianca, commented not at all.

The feelings are many and mixed about another little girl. For a moment there my husband wanted me to forgo the tube tying I’m having done at delivery and instead “keep our options open”. As gently as I could I let him know that he could keep HIS options open all he wanted, but my uterus is retiring after this. OUT OF BABY-MAKING BUSINESS. I can’t keep trying until we get a boy, that’s insanity.…we’ll just end up with eight girls.

Two kids are plenty.
Two girls is God's way of punishing me.
Two college tuitions are out of control expensive.
Seven years between siblings is enough of an age gap.
Thirty One years of maternal age is nearing the end of the healthy reproductive line and eventually heading into mandatory amnio, high-risk territory.

Whatever happens, this is my last baby.