… if that makes sense…
We’re having another boy. I’m flabbergasted. Stunned, even. Right off the bat, I thought it was a boy, but Joe said it was a girl, and since he was right last time, I went with that. Dr. Hinkle checked FOUR TIMES, and sure enough, there were the dangly bits. (I’ll scan in the ultrasound picture a little later that already has an arrow and the proud proclamation “boy parts!!”.) On one hand, I’m thinking about most of the Scorpio males I know, and I’m thinking, “I should spare the world and drown him at birth,” but then again… he could be the next Neil Gaiman. Or better.
In all seriousness, though, I think I’m disappointed because the closest I ever got to getting in touch with my “girl-ness” was when Lili was a baby and I had to buy girl stuff for her. At the time, it seemed easy enough – three sisters, and all that – but as she’s outgrown that, I’ve lost touch with it, and I was looking forward to having that experience again. *shrug* I guess not.
On the plus side, I’ll only have to go through the Menstruation Talk once. I only have to have one White Shotgun on hand. I can focus on and relish in the amazing womanness of my Lili. And this is probably a good thing… the more I think about it, the more I wonder if the world could have handled two of my daughters (raised by my hand, I mean): my boys can tear down the world very well, but my girls would make you sorry you screwed it up in the first place and inspire you to cry at their whim and fix it post-haste. Two of them would probably inadvertently create a goddess-only dualistic society. 😉
Ah, well… I should have known. Symmetry has its place, and maybe two women and four men is a symmetry of its own sort.