There are 11 of us in my mother’s group, and I’m number 10 of 11 to be pregnant with #2. (#11 is preggers too.) The first time ’round, we all had a pretty even split of boys and girls – 6 and 5 respectively.
But the second time ’round, everyone started getting boys. And the more boys we got as our Number Twos, the more we marvelled over the math. Because that’s like flipping a coin n number of times, and getting Heads n times in a row. That’s pretty spesh.
Which is why I think I’ve been suspecting that New Blob (for want of a better name) is going to be a Girl Blob. Law of averages and all that. Because what is the likelihood that there would be 10 little boys in a row, right?
Turns out, the probability is 0.0009765625.
Yes, we are proud and shiny to announce that New Blob is a Boy Blob! Which means we now have what Australians charmingly refer to as a Pigeon Pair – one of each. I should have known better than to trust my gut on this one, because the last time I hazarded a guess for Arddun, I was wrong too.
Our ultrasound technician this time has over 30 years’ experience, and was adamant about his sex. (“Definitely a boy. Loooots of photos of his penis.”) Except of course, all we saw were shadows amidst constantly moving legs, and had to take her word for it. I found myself laughing. At the math. At the fact that I know so very little about little boys. At the realisation that Arddun is going to be a big sister to a little brother. At the sheer and utter joy of knowing I am going to have a son. I have a son.
That was almost 2 weeks ago. A few things since then…
- At my MIL’s clever suggestion, we have been gently reminding Arddun that the baby is her little brother. And that she is like Peppa Pig, about to have a little baby brother, George. Except that his name won’t be George, any more than her name is Peppa. It gets confusing for 3-year-olds.
- Arddun still seems more thrilled about cats and dogs.
- Because we are packing to move eventually – and to de-clutter the house so we can give the illusion of living splendidly organised lives during any open houses we might be giving in the near future – we have been sorting through Arddun’s baby clothes. Omigoodness, so gobsmackingly cute and tiny they are! And there are so many pieces I can never throw away because they were all from my mother. The trouble is… even though we had assiduously stayed away from Too Much Pinky Pink Pink clothes… Arddun’s clothes are still decidedly girly. We salvaged quite a few tights and socks and some tops, but the rest are going to good homes one day. IF I ever get my butt in gear to sell them at a Baby & Kids’ market.
- We found a name for Boy Blob! Which just means we might change our minds a few times more before we actually meet Boy Blob. Which is why we aren’t telling anyone his name yet.
- I bought my first piece of baby boy clothing… which turned out to be this cream onesie with a faux cotton Mandarin-collar shirt over the top. For $6! How not to buy???
27 July 2014 at 9:55 pm
so excited for you guys! a boy :) crazy odds w your mothers group too – wow! i know what you mean about not knowing boys – w 2 sisters i was pretty clueless too! thankfully having hubby on hand helps ;) but it is a whole new ballgame, i gotta say. a delightfully noisy one haha. arddun will love her baby bro as soon as he arrives, im sure x
28 July 2014 at 11:01 am
Thing is, my cousin Shawn was this calm, collected, contented little thing (he’s 26 years old now!), and then Tony is hardly what you call rambunctious. The women in my family on both sides have always been the feisty, spirited ones. So I think if this little boy turns out to be a bundle of wiggles and testosterone, I’ll have a steep learning curve!
28 July 2014 at 1:13 am
I wonder if Arddun would like those, “I’m going to be a big sister” type books if she hasn’t encountered them already. The other day, my my stepdaughter (4.5) said she would like a little sister or a dog. I asked what about a baby brother and she said “no thank you” — at least she was polite, right?
28 July 2014 at 10:59 am
Haha! Yes, I really have to get more of those I’m Gonna Have A Baby Brother! books for her. And yes, that was very polite of your stepdaughter. And honest. Sweetheart! :-)