Okay, now here's the deal. This baby BETTER be a girl! Not because I hate boys or because I don't want a boy. I love boys, I love my son, and I'd love to have another. My reasons for insisting on a girl are very simple: I have knitted and crocheted several things for the baby already that I intended to be gender neutral, which turned out to be very feminine in appearance anyway. I didn't mean for everything to turn out feminine, it was an accident. I knitted the baby a hat (my camera is out of batteries still so I can't show it) and a matching stuffed snowman out of some variegated yarn I've had floating around my stash for a while. The yarn has the colors white, blue, purple, and teal in it. It sounds neutral enough, right? It sounds and looks like winter in my opinion, but it also looks very *sigh* girly thanks to the beautiful shade of purple. I thought I could pull it off and make it neutral, but I was wrong. If I have a boy I think I'll make the snowman a little more masculine by adding a black hat and scarf (to make it look like a man snowman). But the hat will continue to be exactly the same as it is now, girly. I think I'll use the hat anyway even if it's a boy because I love it so much, but there's still the issue of that blanket I posted about a few weeks ago. The granny square blanket I started working on before I was even pregnant that has 3 different shades of pink/maroon in it. It is undeniably feminine despite having shades of black, grey, and green throughout. There is absolutely no way I'd ever feel okay about using that blanket for a boy. It belongs with a girl. If I don't have a girl to use it I'll simply have to save it for the future or give it to someone else who has a girl. Don't worry, I'm also making a gender neutral blanket. That one is almost halfway done.
Our son Ricky is the most well behaved child in the world. He sleeps like a champ, at LEAST 12 hours a night every night and he takes a nice long nap every day. If he wakes up from his nap and we don't go in to get him right away, he sits in his crib and talks to himself happily until we feel like getting him. He taught himself his amazing sleep schedule at about 4 months old. He went from sleeping whenever he felt like it to suddenly, one night, just sleeping the entire night every night. He also taught himself how to clean up his snacks when he drops them on the floor, how to put his cup on a coaster, and how to put his blocks away. We never showed him how to do any of those things. He is impossibly great. His idea of a temper tantrum is this: He falls down on the floor and sucks his thumb. That's a temper tantrum. Sometimes he switches it up and puts only his head on the floor (picture the downward facing dog yoga position) and he stands there for a minute or so in that position until his "frustration" has passed.
So we're obviously doomed to have a very difficult child for our second. It's just the laws of life, right? No one is allowed to have two easy children, and with our already awful luck in life, there's no way we are going to be an exception to that rule. Dip is already starting to prove our theory correct. A week ago the little bugger hid behind his placenta at our doctor appointment and we couldn't hear his heartbeat with the doppler. I thought he had passed away, I was so terrified... until I saw him wiggling around in an ultrasound a few minutes later. Why the heck did he decide to implant himself and his placenta into the FRONT of my uterus anyway? Usually an anterior placenta causes no problems other than minor annoyances (like not finding the heartbeat and not feeling the baby kick until later in the pregnancy). But since this is happening to me, and I've had a c-section before, there's a chance that his placenta will grow over top of or into my c-section incision from last time which could cause problems. Serious problems, with the worst case scenario being death, and the second worst case scenario being hysterectomy. In addition to those risks (which aren't likely to occur anyway, thank goodness) if the placenta is low enough in my uterus, the doctors will have to cut through it if I have another c-section and that is definitely not the ideal situation. If that happens, the baby needs to be out and separated from the placenta immediately and the placenta needs detached from my uterus ASAP as well so I don't hemorrhage. Most likely I'll be okay, the worst case scenario hardly ever happens in life. Don't start mourning my death or infertility yet, but those are just some possibilities that we have to think about. He's already causing more problems than Ricky ever has.. So furthermore, in order for this child to truly be the most "difficult" child possible, he would have to be a boy. Because that would mean all my feminine knitting/crocheting projects are pointless.
You know the funny thing? Eric and I still think this baby is a boy (We thought it was a girl at first but we've both changed our minds). We call it a "he" when we talk about it and we've even both DREAMED about the baby being a boy. We totally believe our dreams predict the future. Just kidding. I especially know this baby is a boy because this baby is going to be bad. I'll explain why he'd have to be a boy in order to be bad, but first I'll explain why I know this child is going to be bad.
Our son Ricky is the most well behaved child in the world. He sleeps like a champ, at LEAST 12 hours a night every night and he takes a nice long nap every day. If he wakes up from his nap and we don't go in to get him right away, he sits in his crib and talks to himself happily until we feel like getting him. He taught himself his amazing sleep schedule at about 4 months old. He went from sleeping whenever he felt like it to suddenly, one night, just sleeping the entire night every night. He also taught himself how to clean up his snacks when he drops them on the floor, how to put his cup on a coaster, and how to put his blocks away. We never showed him how to do any of those things. He is impossibly great. His idea of a temper tantrum is this: He falls down on the floor and sucks his thumb. That's a temper tantrum. Sometimes he switches it up and puts only his head on the floor (picture the downward facing dog yoga position) and he stands there for a minute or so in that position until his "frustration" has passed.
So we're obviously doomed to have a very difficult child for our second. It's just the laws of life, right? No one is allowed to have two easy children, and with our already awful luck in life, there's no way we are going to be an exception to that rule. Dip is already starting to prove our theory correct. A week ago the little bugger hid behind his placenta at our doctor appointment and we couldn't hear his heartbeat with the doppler. I thought he had passed away, I was so terrified... until I saw him wiggling around in an ultrasound a few minutes later. Why the heck did he decide to implant himself and his placenta into the FRONT of my uterus anyway? Usually an anterior placenta causes no problems other than minor annoyances (like not finding the heartbeat and not feeling the baby kick until later in the pregnancy). But since this is happening to me, and I've had a c-section before, there's a chance that his placenta will grow over top of or into my c-section incision from last time which could cause problems. Serious problems, with the worst case scenario being death, and the second worst case scenario being hysterectomy. In addition to those risks (which aren't likely to occur anyway, thank goodness) if the placenta is low enough in my uterus, the doctors will have to cut through it if I have another c-section and that is definitely not the ideal situation. If that happens, the baby needs to be out and separated from the placenta immediately and the placenta needs detached from my uterus ASAP as well so I don't hemorrhage. Most likely I'll be okay, the worst case scenario hardly ever happens in life. Don't start mourning my death or infertility yet, but those are just some possibilities that we have to think about. He's already causing more problems than Ricky ever has.. So furthermore, in order for this child to truly be the most "difficult" child possible, he would have to be a boy. Because that would mean all my feminine knitting/crocheting projects are pointless.
Hey we always said we would never have a kid that slept good in the night as our kids just didn't until they were over two- but Ryder already does- so you can have two good ones :)
ReplyDeletePerhaps...you know it to be a girl, and were thus guided into making the items for a girl. Perhaps....do you have vibs though about the sex? When I was pregnant I was sure it would be girl, never even picked out a boys name. Way before they did ultrasounds to tell you what you were having, I just had a strong feeling, no idea why. Turned our right...my DD. Keep us posted how things are going. Hoping to make it to the post office today or tomorrow, will sing out. Sorry to be so long playing catch up.
ReplyDeleteMy mother's intuition was right on both times! Either way, my two aren't completely different or at least not yet. Maybe I've just been lucky but I'll take it! I am hoping Addicyn will be completely different when it comes to potty training though. I never want to re-live my experience with Andrew....long, drawn out process that I thought would never end!! Thank God it clicked finally.
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