She's turning out pretty cool though, thank jeebus! I still really wanted a little boy though and became somewhat obsessed with the name Harvey. I think it was after seeing The Dark Knight actually. I think Joe and I like naming our children after movie and television characters.
So around Violet's first birthday I caught a major case of baby fever and though we never exactly tried, we (as in I) majorly stopped preventing, and a few months later I found myself knocked up again! I reallyreallyreally was hoping for that little Harvey because as I've mentioned before, I'm no good at this girly stuff, and I thought it'd be fun being a mom to a boy. So once again, I was slightly disappointed to get the hamburger shot and joked with Joe, "Well that just means we'll have to try again."
Mom. You suck at girls.
As Leela's first birthday has been approaching, I've been thinking hard about whether or not I want to try for that boy. I decided that while I'd love a boy, I don't think I want to try for a third specifically to have a boy, since I don't exactly have any control over it, and the odds are working against me anyway. I also decided that I love babies and I am hooked on giving birth, but I'm not really interested in having three children in school activities and going on field trips and demanding clothes and shoes and food. And I was ready to move on from the financial stress of me semi-staying-at-home and looking forward to moving on to either working full time or finishing school or something.
So imagine my surprise when I saw this.
Oopsy-baby Number 3!
Turns out that wasn't PMS that one day I was talking about being a psychogina. I had a case of the zygotes. That's a pre-embryonic/pre-fetal human-ish cell thing for all you non-pregnancy savvy readers (all none of you). Also, it looks like mold to me, so I've been calling this thing Zygote Cheese in my head.
Zygote Cheese. Why am I continually allowed to have babies?
So that's that. I guess we tried for a boy whether I wanted to or not. Before I was pregnant I always said if I ever got pregnant a third time, I wanted to wait until birth to find out the sex. Now that this is happening though... holy fuck there's no way I can wait 37 more weeks to find out if it's a Harvey in there! Although this time I don't think I'll be disappointed if it is a girl again. I really like my girls and I do already have all the clothes for one. And I've come to discover it's really fun naming girls (I already have a list going for this one!).
Assuming everything remains copacetic inside the ol ute (I like revealing my pregnancies early), it's only 14 more weeks until the next big reveal!