Dillierama

"Do you think it's a girl"
"Maybe it's a girl!"
"Are you hoping it's a girl?"
"I'll bet this one will be a girl"
"I think it's a girl"
"Don't worry, this time you'll have a girl."

Blah blah blah girl, blah blah girl, girl, girl, girl, girl.....AAAAARRRRGGGHHH!  SHUT UP ALREADY PEOPLE!

I find it annoyingly interesting that everyone automatically thinks I'm hoping for this baby to be born with a vagina instead of a penis.  Everyone from friends and family, to neighbors and even strangers I meet in the elevator inevitably, after hearing I'm pregnant, say something about the possibility of this baby being a girl. 

I've been so inundated with girl thoughts, my previous zen-like state of not caring one wit about the gender of our baby has gone right out the window and I now find myself counting down the minutes to our ultrasound (two weeks from now) where I will hop up on the table and demand the first thing I find out about this fetus is what kind of equipment it's packing.

But you are all wrong, you see.  I'm not hoping for a girl.  If I had to say I had any preference at all in the gender of this child, I'd respond that I'm slightly favoring the discovery of a penis.  I know boys.  My boy happens to be the best kid ever.  Sure he's wild, but he's cute and funny and cuddly and sweet.  Having a boy is like going on an adventure every single day.  There's new things to discover, new friends to meet, new ways to make messes...  let's go, GO GO!!  I think it would be great for Alex to have a brother so close to his age.  Plus, I've already got all the stuff for another boy.

It's not at all that I don't want a girl, I mean, if this baby is a girl, I'm going out immediately to buy a pair of ruffle-butt tights: