It's a Girl !

Last Friday, I went into Manhattan to be tortured by the one of the nation's premier OB/GYNs, which I wrote about here.

Well, the FISH results came back and baby is absolutely healthy and has all of the right chromosomes in all of the right combinations! Dr. Saltzman (of Carnegie Hill Imaging and who is not, in reality, a sadist but is, in actuality, the nicest and one of the most highly experienced CVS doctor performing that procedure in the country and who was so sweet to me during the torture and when he called personally to deliver the results) is, however, probably is a bit deaf now from my whoops of delight - particularly the one I let out when he said that my baby is a little girl!

I can't believe I am having a girl. People have been asking me which gender I preferred and honestly, I used to think it was a bunch of bullshit when people would say "I don't care, as long as it's healthy" but honestly, that's exactly how I felt. There was, of course, a part of me that wanted to little girl to dress in vintage Laura Ashley patterns but there was an equal sized part of me that wanted a little boy who would hold hands with his father on the way to the ball field and eventually become a short stop for the Mets.

And after I whooped in delight at the thought of hair ribbons and Sweet Sixteens, I felt guilty that it wasn't a boy to carry on his father's name. But as much as I know my husband would be an awesome dad to a little boy, I know that he'll get so much out of having a pink frocked darling who will always be her daddy's little girl.

And I know that she'll only be mine until puberty and then she'll hate my guts and wear a permanent pout and roll her eyes at me so often I'll cry myself to sleep.

But she'll love her daddy - that I know. My Matty is easily charmed by the right women and I know that Bebe LaPointe will work wonders on him. He'll benefit from constant devotion and love while I'll be without an appetite for her entire teen years.

And that makes me pretty happy because there's nothing I want more in the world than my Matty's happiness.

I went and bought a teensy, tiny pair of pink Converse All Stars and wrapped them up for Matt to open when he got home from work. His thing throughout this pregnancy has been sneakers - he can't wait to buy the baby all sorts of sneakers and so I wanted to show him that little girls can wear cute sneaks too.

Needless to say, he was thrilled when he saw the pink, if perhaps a little disappointed, but he quickly rebounded after I told him that yes, he could buy her all of the Mets, Cowboys, Rangers, and Rutgers gear he wanted...

... as long as it's pink!