For the first 20 weeks of my second pregnancy, I was sure I was having a girl. Okay, more like 16 weeks, I’m not clairvoyant; I didn’t know I was pregnant until the end of week 4. (And I didn’t BELIEVE I was pregnant until almost a week after that. When the 3rd different brand of test came up positive, I said to Brian, “you know, I think I might REALLY be pregnant!” and he said, “yeah, I thought so after the FIRST test.”) Obviously, on the not clairvoyant thing. Because my baby is not, in fact, a girl. But until the ultrasound proving otherwise, Brian and I both were just certain we had a Little Sister in there. We spent SOOOO many hours trying to agree on a girl’s name. And when we finally did, and I was REALLY excited about it, there it was, a penis.
I had been sort of hoping for a boy. Partly because I knew Brian was hoping for one and this way I would be off the hook for more pregnancies. There were other reasons too. And when they showed me the boy parts, I said “oh my gosh! <huge smile!>” And then by an hour later, I realized that I might have been so sure it was a girl because deep down I wanted one.
And then everywhere I looked were sisters. Sisters playing together outside on their bikes, running through the sprinkler in their sisterly swimsuits, having sisterly fights in the booth at the restaurant. I kept finding pictures of me and my sister as little girls, or any number of my billions of girl cousins with THEIR sisters as little girls. And I sat there growing a boy. My kids already had a little larger age gap than I would have thought ideal for sibling bonding. And now here was another hurdle in the way of their PERFECT sibling relationship that I was determined for them to have.
You know what though? I don’t think Lola’s going to let a little detail like a penis get in the way of her having a new best friend. I mean, sure, she sometimes gets resentful and forbids me to feed him (she really does this.) But she also does sweet yet terrifying things like share her cereal (yup, she just shoved it right in his mouth) and try to pick him up and burp him when he cries.
Furthermore, she NEVER lets him be lonely in a photo op!
^^that one is her making fun of the (apparently ridiculous) open-mouthed-smile I make when trying to get Corbin to look happy for his photos.
It doesn’t really work, by the way.
But Lola is sure amused with herself:
I still have a nagging doubt, though, on whether a brother/sister combo can be as close of friends as sisters can be. Reassure me!!!