During the sonogram, the technician was chatting with me and the Monkeys (they were there to see the sonogram) and asked what we were having. "A girl," we all answered, as that was the diagnosis we received at our 20 week and subsequent sonograms.
Even my untrained eyes recognized what those are. And I knew that those don't grow on baby girls. We are having a BOY.
My kids mimicked my facial expression for me later. It was complete shock. I think there are still traces of that shock there now.
My mind immediately went to the 50+ pink, frilly outfits and onesies I tore tags off of last weekend. And washed. These are just her newborn and 3 months' sized clothes. The larger ones are packed away.
There is one lone sundress I can return, just because I hadn't gotten around to washing it yet.
But I have to say I'm happy this baby is a boy. My two youngest Monkeys are boys, and I had imagined all three of them rolling around, playing their rowdy boy games all together, and being close friends. Sure, I'll be stepping on legos and Hot Wheels for a few more years (as opposed to Polly Pockets and Pet Shop minutia) but these years will pass quickly, and my house will be one day be quiet and tidy. And I'll miss my babies and the mess.
Oh -- another good thing -- I procrastinated making the baby girl bedding, and only made the sheet. I'm thankful I didn't finish that task!