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Reality in a Box

Hello, little pink things.

As one of four girls, I had a hard time picturing myself with a little boy. But that’s what I got with my first baby. Of course, these days I can’t imagine it any differently.

Now, with a girl on the way, I feel like I’m making a 180-degree turn. All the physical manifestations are here: my belly is big and nearly-nine-months round (and I’m all sorts of uncomfortable), but with only about seven weeks until my due date, I’m having a really hard time convincing myself that a little girl really is coming … and about to change everything.

I don’t mean that to sound like it’s a bad thing. It’s a marvelous thing. For starters,  I’ll no longer be outnumbered. The bad thing is my inability to face reality. I’ve done all this before, and yet I can’t imagine myself with a newborn. I can’t imagine myself driving around with two car seats in the backseat. I can’t imagine nursing one baby while trying to coerce a two-year-old into eating a grilled cheese sandwich. Or trying to keep the littler one awake, while hoping the other will take a nap—I won’t even think about simultaneous naps as an option.

Mostly, I’ve had trouble imagining myself with a kid that isn’t a boy. Baby boy is all I know. Babies=boys. I’ve gotten so used to matchbox cars and conversations about school buses and Johnny Cash and cowboys. I even know the difference between an excavator and a backhoe. I came from an all-girl family, but I’m a boy pro.

And then yesterday, a package arrived on my doorstep. I opened up the square box hoping to find some things I’m in need of. But in doing so, I also started my very own pink party. It was an unannounced pink explosion: hand-me-downs from my nieces that included sweater suits, onesies, layette sets, sleep sacks—all so small and so pastel.

Immediately, I started getting excited all over again. Everything is changing, already. I’ve heard it argued that, as a color, pink is overrated. I’m not sold on that, but I don’t entirely disagree. But ask me how I feel about pink as a sentiment, and I might be its biggest advocate.

If you’re having a hard time imagining things, take the time to buy something special—preferably a cute outfit that a little body can fill. Then put it somewhere where your eyes can rest on it several times throughout the day. Nothing will make it seem more real, or more cute and fun.

Cliche or no, betcha can’t guess what color I plan on bringing our girl home from the hospital in.

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