Last Few Minutes of Not Knowing…

I don’t know why, but it seemed important to capture a few thoughts as I wait for Jill to get home and we find out the gender of our baby. I had our nurse call our local sneaker shop with the information on the gender. The fine folks at The Sneakery kindly wrapped up either a pair of pink or black converse sneakers (Jill’s footwear of choice). I picked it up, and now I’m sitting next to the box waiting for her to get home…

So this is it. This is the last few moments of wondering…of playing out what it looks like to parent a boy or a girl. We both thought it was a boy from the start – and so have many others. Then I shifted, thinking it was a girl. Now I really don’t know, and honestly, either one will be a joy! Of course, I think I will be a little sad for what it’s not. Just because, I imagine each is such a different experience to raise a boy vs. a girl or girl vs. a boy, it’d be fun to experience both!

In any case, I don’t expect either to be easy. But I do expect we’ll both learn a lot about ourselves, and this little one, as we raise him or her. I’d think having a girl might make more sense to us since we are both women, but then I think of the many women I know who don’t make sense to me šŸ™‚ – and the many men I know who make perfect sense to me! In the end, it’s a being, it comes in a boy or girl form, but it’s a little soul who we have been lucky enough to bring into the world. We’ll hopefully be able to help it navigate it’s life and leave the world a little better thenĀ he or sheĀ found it!

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