Hooray! We found out today that we are having a baby girl in December (93% accurate) . And Doctor says she looks all healthy and normal.

So, I can expect a sudden influx of pale pink, white lace, and all manner of teeth-rottingly-sweet things entering my home. We are all manner of excited and pleased and happy. Oh, and I’m knee-knockingly scared!

It starts with the diaper changing, there’s some exacting method of changing a baby girl, or else! Are there online courses for that? Then there’s the public bathroom dilemna during potty-training years: Dirty men’s room with uncovered…ah urinals OR sending her into the women’s room while I stand by the door looking like a perv. Or perhaps only shopping in places that provide a family restroom (surely some website has a list). And that’s all before we get into the make-up, skirts, and boys phase. Also known as Daddy takes Xanax and shooting lessons phase. Gah! Prom, school trips, and boyfriends will give me grey hair and sleepless nights.

Ah, but to raise an adorable princess with brains, wit, and confidence will make it all worthwhile. I’ll gladly suffer ‘Daddy make-overs’, tapdance lessons, and ear-piercing screeches of excitement (have you ever noticed that only the female of the species seems capable, ney required to mimic rusty brakes at the slightest exciting news).

And I’ve still got four months to install bars on the windows, perfect the half-nelson, and discover the difference between Ballerina Pink, Rose Sachet, and Primrose Garden!

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