But I just simply love it.
I know… here comes Megalomaniac Missy to toot her own horn
I thought I just needed some filler to give myself space after the vitriol of the last entry.
But I also needed some space to showcase the cool little glitter script one of the mommies at the BBS made for me:
Isn’t it cute?
I’ve realized that it’s far easier and more of a breeze to not find out, even though I sometimes get curious.
It’s a bit like this: not knowing has made me decidedly … underwhelmed. I can resist baby stores quite well, because not knowing the gender, it’s a gamble to buy both boy and girl outfits, really. Especially, because I get to look forward to all that after-Christmas shopping wherein I WILL know the gender…. and all those cute outfits I’ve been drooling over will be mine, for up to 50 to 75% less! *evil cackles*
Also… I don’t really have to focus on feeling gypped by “having what I did not want” if you will. Which is a bizarro thing to admit to total strangers. I’ve flip-flopped between thinking this might be a boy or a girl, and thinking that I will mind excessively if it’s not either when I want the one gender I have in mind (petty? you becha… but I’m still hung up over my child possibly being a Sagittarius and how this makes me feel astrologically– good or bad? Beethoven or Jim Morrision? Jane Austen or Emily Dickinson? okay…… put that way, it makes me feel really really good.).
And so….. old-fashioned is for me!
Now pass the tea and crumpets. Mmm…. tea.