We have never found out the gender of our babies. No, not even our first. And you know how people still make you guess what you're going to have? Well, to appease them, I have guessed a boy, every single time. I think sometimes life is just one big long opposite day.
Remember those in grade school?So, this time, I'm guessing it's going to be a girl. We didn't secretly find out and decide to not tell you. Do you think I could keep a secret like that?
This one senses there are changes in the air; she has become defiantly independent, yet clingy. It's always hard, being booted from the baby position, but she's enjoyed that luxury far longer than any of her sisters. It will be the end of the summer when our 7 will become 8, and I look forward to another beautiful birth like I experienced with little Cloves. It took my fifth to finally get it right, how I wanted, so this will just be a bonus.
I smile when I slow down, taking time to think about holding a new little one again. The newborn smell, those tiny hands, the little squeaks and grunts. I get nervous butterflies in my stomach when I imagine a boy.
A boy?! What would I do with a boy?
Wouldn't that just turn my world upside down. Half a dozen girls would be an awful lot of fun. What's your guess? In fact, want to make it official? Go here to legitimately predict the statistics of baby Dill number 6 [because people always say, Oh, I knew you were going to have a ___, after the fact]. You get to guess on eye color, hair, all sorts of things. The winner will be sent something delightful. A collection of fabric? Something sewn by me? A couple of my preferred patterns? Or a smattering of a few of my favorite things? We will have to see.