When we asked her at the doctor’s office whether she wanted a brother or a sister she replied, “NEMO!” After trying to explain the biological reasons why I couldn’t possibly give birth to a fish, we realized this was her way of saying she wanted a brother, since Nemo is a boy after all. So there you go, Isla. Once again getting what you want!
My husband is thrilled he won’t be outnumbered by girls (yet!), though his smile faded quickly when I told Isla we would need to go shopping for boy clothes. I’m sorry, sweet husband.
We had big plans for our friend Susan to reveal the gender to us (similar to the way we found out Isla was a girl — minus the paint), but instead we found out right there in the doctor’s office, which was a fun and different experience. I’m so glad we did it that way. Then I came home and took photos of Isla with her little pretzel rattles (we live in Philly, which is renowned for its soft pretzels, so it seemed fitting) and sweet Susan, of Letter19Design, put together the GIF for me because she’s amazing.
As for the outcome, I’m so nervous! I don’t know how to raise a boy! I hear they pee everywhere and don’t like clothes. Well, at least my nephews don’t. Those two are on the road to starting their own nudist colony. And boys are crazy! Isla is a rambunctious nut so does that mean our son will be even more insane or that he’ll be mellow and easy? I suppose we’ll find out soon enough. Oh, and can we talk about the nursery and how the heck am I going to turn it into a shared boy/girl room without losing that gorgeous rug?! Send me all your Pinterest boards people because I am in need of inspiration!
No but really, we are beyond excited to welcome our son to the family. We’ve always wanted at least one of each so we’re over the moon and feeling incredibly lucky once again.
Dear Little Brother: We can’t wait to meet you!