A Boy

We are expecting a little boy next March. Both Wayne and I did not feel a preference for boy or girl, but Julia was quite clear that she wanted the baby to be a girl. In fact, the only regret I felt at hearing the news was that Julia would not get her sister. And I guess a silly sentimental regret that I won't get the chance to re-use some of my favorite wardrobe of hers.

Despite Julia's protest, "But I wanted a sister!" she's very excited about having "our" baby. In the first month after we told her, Julia stated that her baby doll used to be in her tummy and now is a big girl. And now, Julia supposedly has another baby in her tummy just like me. We hope she will keep to her word about wanting to read and sing to the baby and to help hold and feed him. We're realistic though, especially in light of accounts from friends who have recently had their second that the first has asked to "bring the baby back" or be left at home during the next "family" visit to grandma's. We're pretty sure she's going to be a great big sister, even though it might mean dressing him up in girl clothes and being too motherly (a la Ruby, from Max and Ruby, if you watch Nickelodan) from time to time. As for us, we only figure we'll be able to survive having two little ones because other people do it. We're surely as competent as others, aren't we? In any case, it's the same reasoning we had when we had Julia and I think that for the most part, it held true. The excitement, love and fun will be worth the noise, worry and effort. That's our leap of faith.