I had a dream the other night that i gave birth to triplet boys. Obviously this was just a dream. There's only one baby in there (thank Jeebus) but I got to thinking afterward about the accuracy of ultrasounds.
If you're like me, you hear stories every day about a friend's friend's friend who was told she was having a girl, painted the nursery pink, personalized all towels, onesies and bedding with her (would have been) initials only to hear the nurses shriek, "IT'S A BOY!" upon delivery. One rarely hears these stories in reverse, however. Penises look very penis-like on ultrasounds, while vaginas look kind of like... un-penises. Regardless, I'm sure there are plenty of stories of parents who painted the room blue and bought monster-truck bedding for the crib only to welcome a girl. I've just never heard one.
Nothing is ever 100% accurate. Not even Science, which I'm pretty sure my dad told me once and I believed him. Because he's a physicist and he knows stuff.
I've had a total of four ultrasounds after first finding out the sex and each time, my doctor smiles, points at the blurry images on screen and says with complete confidence, "would you look at that, Rebecca? It's still a girl" which is always a relief because hearing, "would you look at that, Rebecca? Your girl is now a boy!" would be really hard to digest. Like, whoa.
Not that I don't adore boys. My favorite little person in the world is one and I'm totally a boy mom. I don't know the first thing about mothering a daughter and have been practicing with dolls these last four months BUT BUT BUT BUUUUUUUT.... You see...
...I've been shopping:

Boho-dorable Dress by: Baby Sara

Snail Onesie Dress by: Twirls and Twigs
And so has my mom:

Dress by: Misha LuLu (my all-time favorite girly clothes designer, btw.)

Plaid OMG cuteness, made by: Hula Mula
And my friends:

The above is actually the back of the cutest jumper ever handmade by my friend at Babyfairies/ Acme Baby Co.
Hell! I've even been learning to sew so that I can make dresses:


And tags? Ha! I've ripped tags off pretty much everything already, washed the layette in Dreft. (You know the drill....)

I will say this: there's no pink room (like I'd paint a room pink) and no monogrammed towels (just haven't gotten around to it, is the thing) so if she does happen to be born with a penis, well?
Weeeeellllll????? Then, like it or not, (he'd) have to wear dresses. Which also means that when it came time for the kid to be put in therapy? I'd just bill my OB.
There. I feel SO much better now that I have a back-up plan.
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