So, my husband and I pulled off a surprise intended for us! As you might recall, we wrapped a surprise onesie (with the help of a harried Babies'R'Us service desk individual) letting us know the gender of our still gestating little one.
On Christmas night, when the majority of our family was over, and after my mom nearly cried during the morning opening of presents when we told her that we were waiting to open the onesie until the evening, we opened our package and inside was a... bright pink little sister onesie! I hope to get a video up eventually, but my face was all shock and happiness from what I was told and my in-laws video.
I'll tell the truth, I was so happy initially when I saw the pink onesie, but now I feel a kind of worry and guilt. N really really wanted a brother and I feel like I failed my little boy. Afterwards, I told him that the baby in the belly was a girl and he said to me with an unhappy face, "But I wanted a boy." I know that he'll eventually not care, but still... My sole reason for wanting a boy was to make N happy.
I'm also worried that I could never love any other little child as much as I love N, but I'm assured by the internet that this is a common worry that does not often come true.
One boy and one girl. Looks like I will have it all.
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You will LOVE having one of each! You get to do all the boy things AND all the girl things without worrying that two of the same will compete. (Well, they'll still compete with each other, but not about same-gender stuff.) And, I worried the same way about how I would love a second as much as the first, but somehow you really, really do.
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