As soon as I found out I was pregnant I knew it was a girl. Before I even found out I was preggers I should have known something was up since I LOVE chocolate but wanted things that were lemony instead. Me pass up chocolate?…never. I was craving citrus and all things fruity. My mom even told me that’s what she craved when she was pregnant with me so I was convinced it was a girl.
Then when I was about 4 months along I started craving beef and horror movies. That’s when I thought maybe I was wrong and I was having a boy instead. So when my hubby and I went for my 20 week ultrasound, we couldn’t wait to find out what we were having. But alas the little babe was being shy so we had to wait another 4 looong weeks to find out the sex. At this point I was going against my instinct by thinking it was definitely a boy.
When I look back though, I think a lot of it had to do with the whole men want a son to do all those manly man things with. I’m not saying all men think like that, but it kinda sorta seems that way. In my hormonal thinking, I was worried that my hubby wouldn’t care about our baby as much or be as enthusiastic if it was a girl. So when we found out that yes we were having a girl, and I should never doubt my instincts, I remember holding my breath just waiting for my hubby’s reaction. He seemed fine with the revelation although in the back of my mind I was still worried.
Then our daughter was born and, WOW, she has him wrapped around her finger. I couldn’t ask for a better father to my daughter. Growing up I watched my stepdad be an armchair dad. He would always bark orders at my mom from his lazy boy chair when it came to dealing with my little sister…and everything else for that matter. But my hubby is so hands on with our little girl and she just adores him. Since I didn’t have the best experiences and that’s an understatement with my biological dad or stepdad, I feel like my heart is finally on the mend when I see my hubby with our beautiful little girl.