As some of you may already know, I’m all sorts of knocked up :) and despite the absurdities of pregnancy (weight gain, mood swings, boob enlargement, ridiculous heartburn, etc.) it’s been a pretty sweet ride so far - ie. no nausea + no vomiting = woot!
To be quite honest, I never really pegged myself as the mothering type, but with age I guess, feelings about matters like this tend to change. So here I am, 22 weeks along, and expecting this adorable, silly putty like, little creature…
…and I couldn’t be HAPPIER :) Meet my kid in utero, Antonio Rios Ruiz
My husband and I decided to officially find out the sex of the baby yesterday (tho months prior, a table full of in-laws doing some brujeria had already confirmed it). Despite knowing what I knew, I had really been hoping to beat the system and have my girl anyway, but when I think of it in retrospect this is actually better. Growing up I had been such a tomboy, and knew only of Gi Joes, Thundercats, Ninja Turtles, and Batman. What on earth would I do with a girl? At 28 yrs of age, my brain still can’t fully comprehend the meaning of pink or the wearing of high heels on a daily basis without the event of an occasion. I seem to be missing that chromosome. LOL!
As expected, my husband was threw the roof…as was my father. My poor dad had always hoped for a son, and when my mother was pregnant with me (and due coincidentally on his birthday Oct 8th) he was sure I would be his little boy. As you may have already guessed, this was not the case. Like most Libras, I came out quiet and defiant, 1 day later, and a GIRL. My poor Dad who had been stuck in a house full of women most of his life finally got his wish yesterday. But mostly the happiness of knowing there would be a grandson to carry on our family name.
Happiness is truly this :)
