On second thought …

I know I just said I want a girl, but I just remembered that this song always makes me want a baby boy …
A New Day Has Come
By Celine Dion

I was waiting for so long
For a miracle to come
Everyone told me to be strong
Hold on and don’t shed a tear

Through the darkness and good times
I knew I’d make it through
And the world thought I’d had it all
But I was waiting for you

Hush now, I see a light in the sky
Oh, it’s almost blinding me
I can’t believe I’ve been touched by an angel with love

Let the rain come down and wash away my tears
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun
A new day has come

When it was dark, now there’s light
Where there was pain, now’s there’s joy
Where there was weakness, I found my strength
All in the eyes of a boy

Hush now, I see a light in your eyes
All in the eyes of a boy
I can’t believe I’ve been touched by an angel with love …

If you could choose …


You know how expectant mothers always say, “Oh, I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl, as long as he or she is healthy”?

Well, if you meet me in real life, I will tell you that. But here on the ever-anonymous internet, I will tell you that I want a girl more.

There. I said it.

I would be very happy with a family full of boys, of course, but I would like to have even just one girl.

I am sew ready!

Inspired by the awesome Rebecca Woolf over at Girl’s Gone Child, I have decided to turn my bebe impatient-ness into productivity.

Yes, I am going to begin making baby clothes … for the kid that is still an egg, technically.

Don’t laugh! I am! I have made enough outfits for Little Dog, so I am hopeful that baby clothes are sort of similar?

I think I’m going to start off with a simple little dress, like the one Rebecca did that I love.

Wish me luck!

P.S. You may be wondering if this sewing pilgrimage is going to be done in secret (a.k.a. without telling Darling Husband). I am not sure yet.

P.P.S. I think he might freak if he comes home and sees me sewing baby clothes.

P.P.P.S. But knowing my ability to keep secrets, I’m sure he’ll know by the time I publish this post.

P.P.P.P.S. Isn’t this sewing machine adorable? Sadly, mine is much less cute.