Please let the ultrasound tech be wrong and let this next baby…be a girl. Sure, I understand the teenage years will be rough. She’ll probably hate me. I get it.
But at the same time, she probably won’t…throw strawberries on the kitchen floor and crush them with her bare feet. I doubt she’ll grab a bag of powdered sugar and dump it out all over the same floor, or stuff her hands full of pistachio shells and sprinkle them on her brother’s head…onto the office floor. I doubt she’ll trip her brother on a concrete surface and chip his tooth. And she wouldn’t think to take the last remaining Easter Egg and crush it to bits and dump it all over the (office) floor, too. I’m guessing she wouldn’t disobey me by running through standing water on the aforementioned concrete surface..laughing maniacally as I sternly implore her to stop.
I can only assume she wouldn’t take her brother’s sippy cup from the kitchen and hold it with the spout facing downward – spraying water wherever she went. Or dip her feet in moonsand and walk all over the house leaving a trail of blue dust. Or take her Triscuit crumbs and dump them on the floor right AFTER I finished vacuuming. And, when I insist that she vacuum up said crumbs, she complies only to ‘accidentally spill’ the contents of the filter all over the kitchen floor.
I’m just guessing if this baby was a girl she wouldn’t do any of this…and certainly not in a 2.5 hour span of time.
If it’s not possible for this baby to be a girl, could you double my husband’s salary without increasing his hours? So that we can get a nanny and a cleaning lady and many prescriptions of xanax or whatever it is that people take these days to calm themselves?
And if all this is not possible, please let this baby be more..like me..(minus the temper).