Foolish Thoughts

I tell you everything, even when you don’t want to listen.  You’re who I run to. I just like being along side of you… 

My older sister is pregnant.  She’s due sometime around December 9th.  Unfortunately, I will not be able to head home until the end of December, which means I will not be able to see “the fetus” until it’s a couple weeks old.  I say, “the fetus” because I refuse to believe it’s a boy, unlike all the so-called doctors. They keep insisting I’m wrong.  I haven’t bought a single thing for it, I refuse.  Every time I step foot into a baby clothing store or section I immediately and unconsciously head straight to the girl stuff.  Everything there is so cute and frilly and girlie and sweet.  While the boy side is, ugh.  Boys clothes are not cute, therefore, not fun to buy.  I want to buy a pink little tutu and multi-colored tights, skirts and dresses and matching sweaters.  I want to be able to braid and play with her hair, especially because genetically this kid is going to have thick jet black curly hair.  It’s going to be beautiful and it should not be wasted on a boy.

To keep me informed, up to date, and included in all the fetus business, my sister has sent me pictures of the different ultrasounds she has had.  This is the latest one. 
                 
It’s the new 4D image.  It’s amazing what they can do now with technology.  I mean besides for the lumpy forehead, it looks/resembles a real human.  I already feel sorry for it though, by the looks of things it has sadly inherited my fat cheeks.  But it still has a few more months to cook, so hopefully it will grow into them and that giant lumpy forehead will smooth out a bit.  Anyway, here’s hoping.  Because if they don’t, I will make fun of it for the rest of it’s life.