I have to admit. When I found out I was pregnant and until we found out the gender of our baby, I was really hoping it was going to be a girl. I would have been thrilled with a boy too. And ultimately, all I really wanted was a healthy baby - boy or girl. But that said, after growing up with five younger brothers and not getting a sister until I was practically out of the house (my sister and I are 17 years apart in age), I wanted to be able to buy dresses, bows and dolls rather than blue and trucks. I had pretty much convinced myself it was a boy when we went to our ultrasound to find out the gender. I don't think I will ever forgot the moment when the ultrasound technician typed out on the monitor "It's a....GIRL!" for us to see. She said there was no doubt about it. However, I had heard stories about couples finding out that the predicted gender was wrong in the delivery room. I remember being in labor and still being nervous that the baby would come out and my doctor would say, "Congratulations, you have a son!". Fortunately, the prediction was accurate and we love, love, love our baby girl.
Shortly after I found out I was going to have a girl, I went shopping to buy the first dress for my baby. The dress I bought that day was size 12 months so I was going to have to wait awhile for her to be able to wear it. Finally, a few weeks ago, I pulled it out for Olivia to wear.
And just to prove that our little baby girl is not perfect...
