We're having a baby girl in January! For those of you who know me, this was quite a surprise as I had been very adamant about NOT having any more babies. With my perfect angel of a 3 year old son, Will, I was totally satisfied. Why mess with perfection? Could I be so lucky to two perfect children? Unlike my Husband, I'm not much of a gambler. But, these things happen. And now that I'm over the
I'd-rather-be-dead-than-deal-with-this-all-day-sickness of the 1st Trimester, I couldn't be more excited. I know that sounds selfish, and it is... I
am an only child. I just don't do pain & discomfort well.
On that note, I also don't do pink. Not that I have anything against the color itself, it's a fine shade, in doses. In fact over the last few years it's become synonymous with Breast Cancer Awareness which is very near to my heart. But even as I was enveloped in the emotions of love and overwhelming support as I participated in the Breast Cancer 3 Day Walk last year... I couldn't shake the slight nauseated feeling down in the pit of my stomach directly caused by all the pink!
I guess my major hangup is the notion that babies must be donned head to toe in either pink or blue. This is just redic. I realize that the gender of some wee'uns is questionable for a few months, but is there no other way?!? I, myself, was lucky in that my son was born looking like a little old man (his Grandpa Bill to be exact). There was never any question of his manliness. No awkward, "Oh what a cute little...
baby. What's
their name?" Nope, we were all, "Handsome this," and, "Little guy that!" Now, don't get me wrong, I sympathize with those parents who feel that color coding their sweet baby is the only way to announce to the world whether they're a he or a she. But I simply refuse! Instead I choose to be a big girl and use my words! Why I'll be proud to introduce my new baby girl to anyone who'll listen. Of course I hope to be one of the lucky ones again on my second go 'round. I plan on producing the most dainty, feminine, undeniably female child you've ever seen. However, in the event we're a little heavy on the y chromosome, rest assured that I will not mask her true colors in a sea of pink!
If you're wondering why in the world I'm going on about this, I guess I'm trying to squelch any resistance I may get about my color choices for her nursery. I was quite disappointed with my bed-in-a-bag options. Basically they were pink or lavender. Come on! A little creativity under the $500 price point would be nice! Does one have to be filthy rich to be allowed any style? Keeping with my nature, I decided to rebel. I started frantically trying to design a non-pink-but-still-girly nursery. I also began searching for the right words to kindly ask my loved ones to refrain from smothering us in pepto (seems like a fairly simple task, however, I lack tack). I know, I know, beggars cannot be choosers. But this is the first baby girl in our family, obviously gifts will come. I had to make our preferences known before it was too late! This was about the time that I received a message from my mother that she was in the process of crocheting a baby blanket for her new grand-daughter. My mom is filled with nothing but love and good intentions, however, she often fails to engage her brain. You can imagine my the horror I felt when my voicemail announced, "Now of course you know, it's going to be pink." Lucky for her, it was just a message because the ol' pregnancy hormones got the better of me. Had I actually been on the phone with her, I probably would have made her cry. "What?? This is my own mother!!" I thought. "Does she know me at all? Has the woman ever met me?!?" Once I had a chance to gather my thoughts, I explained to her as gently as possible that she needed to return the yarn immediately and wait for further instructions. She obliged. I digress.
Here's what I've come up with so far for our little girl's nursery. Obviously light on the pink! ;) I can't wait to put this room together, I'm so excited!! I'll post pictures asap.
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Crib Bedding & Blanket
I've been getting a lot of big eyes lately as soon as I tell folks I've still got until mid-January to go. "So when are you due?" they say. Totally expecting me to respond with a cheerful, "Any day now!" Maybe I should just start fibbing a bit, tell them what they want to hear. After all, that would save them from the bold faced lie they will inevitably tell next. 
