Pink or Blue

It seems that everyone has their crystal ball moment when you tell them you are having a baby. It does not matter how well you know someone, they always have a prediction as to the sex of the child. I hope that sex and child don't get flagged by some Cray supercomputer in D.C. because I am talking about gender, not something sinister. We should have kept a record of everyone's predictions; we could have even put odds on it and the date. As of this blog, I can say that about 80% of those with an opinion have said it will be a boy.

That includes Kiefer who states he is 18/19 when it comes to predicting such things. He also says he bases it on position. I don't want to know why he was wrong the one time! Emilee also thinks it will be a boy. She had an experience with a blue balloon the day we found out she was pregnant. While that may be a little too American Beauty'ish for me, I have a hard time going against a woman's intuition. I personally think it is going to be a girl. What could cause me more headache and heartache 15 years from now? I mean you can beat a boy whereas a girl just wraps you tighter. But regardless of what everybody thinks they all want to know one thing...what do you and Emilee want?

We have talked about it many times and have come to the same conclusion. We don't care. All we want is ten fingers and ten toes. Plus one if it's a boy. We want a healthy, pink, screaming baby. One that we know will survive the first time we drop it, and let's face it we all get dropped. One that will survive the SIDS timeline. One that will survive licks in the face by the dogs. And one that will survive to make us wonder why we ever had the kid in the first place.
So gender is not as important to us as it might be to others.

I guess if I really had everything the way I wanted it we would have a girl until the age of 9 and then she would magically metamorphous into a boy. Girls are supposed to mature faster, but boys seem to be more manageable in the teen years. Girls seem to be sweet and innocent until they hit puberty and are then hell on wheels. I can teach a boy a work ethic and how to be a gentleman. Plus I only have to worry about one penis if we have a boy. We all know we have to worry about all of them if it's a girl.

I don't worry about activities because they are going to be active no matter what they are. Be it sports, arts, or the outdoors my kids are going to be forced to be active. If I don't have time for the Wii then why should they? I am going to make sure that I do the things I wished my Dad had done. They will learn to camp and hike. To enjoy nature and everything she offers. They will play a sport (except basketball). They will play in a league that keeps score! Losing is more important than winning when building character. And they need to learn that life is not fair and is easier if you work as a team. Everyone gets beat, it's how you keep moving forward that makes us who we are.

I just hope and pray that whether it is a boy or girl it knows we love them. That we are able to show them how badly we wanted them in our lives. And I hope that one day that we have raised them well enough to strike out on their own. OH! And to want to take care of me because I'll be in diapers not long after we get them out of them.

Stay Safe,

Rob