On Having Two Girls.

I guess intuition is not very accurate. Because I thought this baby was surely a boy, and after finding out that another baby girl is coming, Paul's conclusion is that my intuition guessing baby gender is 50/50 because I was right the first time around. Go figure. I guess this will be more convenient (if there's anything convenient about raising kids two years apart) since they'll have to share a room with lavender walls and we have an arsenal of baby girl clothes in the closet. But the biggest reason I'm excited though is that having a sister (and siblings for that matter) is probably one of the best things in life.

I'm very close with my sister. I recently went up to Seattle to surprise her at her baby shower, and we spent a couple of days eating and lounging on the couch in fuzzy blankets. Probably the best thing two pregnant women could ask for. We took a bunch of pictures of us being silly with our pregnant bellies, bellies that will probably never look the same way at the same time again. 

        

I stopped to think about how once upon a time, we were both babies in our mom's belly, and my parents may have had the same thoughts that I'm having lately. Two girls! I hope they'll be good friends. I hope they'll help each other learn and grow, that they'll play together for hours on end. That the older one will guide the younger one through life, teach her valuable lessons, and that the younger one will go along with all her scheming and bossy ideas and take it all in stride. I hope they'll make each other laugh and have inside jokes that nobody else knows about. I hope they'll do each other's hair, go shopping together, have lunch dates, and share clothes. I hope they'll always make up if they fight. I hope they'll be honest with each other and make fun of their parents in a loving way that only they'll understand. And I hope they'll be stronger because they grew up together.

Can't wait to meet you, baby girl #2!