Ahhh, the Gender Reveal Party. Yes, it is capitolized. What a day that was. I remember us being SURE it was a girl. We just knew. Strangers would approach pregnant Becca, starry-eyed, saying, "Oh, a girl's in there." It was a done deal, game set match.
We opened this big box that was wrapped like a present. For some reason the pink balloons looked... blue. Oh wait, they WERE blue. Hmm. Looking back at the picture above you have to ask if really, deep down believed a girl was cooking in there. We are both wearing... a lot of blue.
Of course now there's way more blue around the house than ever before. No pink, not even a pigment. And it becomes hard to even imagine it any other way. We are so happy to have a boy. So happy to have a little Connor.
One day we might have a girl. That'd be great. No, I mean it, really. I'm sure she'd have me wrapped around her finger. That experience seems so similar and so different to having a boy. It'd be great of course, but who could beat a little boy like Connor? Ser-i-ous-ly.
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(Note: Apologies in advance to any potential-future daughter who is reading this in the year 2031 and saying, "Ah, it finally makes sense!! I knew they loved my brother more!!! I knew it all along!!"
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PS-I added a new blog below from a couple days ago titled "Withdrawal Symptoms." I thought I had published it but forgot.
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