My husband and I ended up having a third ultrasound during my pregnancy as there were complications early in my third trimester. Milla was behaving that day so we managed to get a fantastic picture and DVD of her. The scan was so good that we were sure just from the images that we were having a boy. It looked just like my husband – it was uncanny!
We figured ourselves so blessed to even be pregnant that we decided not to find out the sex. It didn’t matter, and it never will if we are so fortunate to have more children.
So, it came as a real shock when it was announced that it was “a girl!”
98% of people, including the mysterious Chinese lady behind the counter at the local fish and chip shop believed I was having a boy. 90 or so of the 100 students in my class were also sure it was a boy. And, because it looked like I had stolen a basketball from the P.E department and shoved it up my jumper, every other Tom, Dick and Harry thought it was a boy just by the way I was carrying.
The funny thing is, Milla is beginning to look more and more like her father as the weeks pass by. It is now at the point where unless I dress her in frills (which goes against all my equal opportunity/ ‘it’s okay to be a tomboy’ ideals) every new person we meet says, “What a gorgeous little boy!”
My mother-in-law is shocked every time we see her and exclaims “Oh my…that is MY baby! She is just like my little boy!”
Even the door lady at Target had to pass comment on how cute my baby boy was.
Should it bother me? Would it bother you?
My husband says, “Who cares, we know she’s a girl!”
Then I think, gosh she must really look like a boy for people to say it outright like that. Usually, if there is some doubt people would say, “What a lovely baby, what is your name little one?”
Oh well, I think I’m back to shopping for pink and hoping that her hair will grow real quick!

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