I know I said I didn’t want anymore kids until Wyatt was at least 5, and I know I said I never wanted a girl. But it is a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. This is coming from the same girl who filled out her application to join the Peace Corps after college and then decided the Air Force was the place to be (changed my mind on both of those thankfully). So, really this isn’t that much of a drastic change in direction. And I feel like it is happening at the exact moment it is suppose to happen.
Researcher that I am, I have done a complete astrological work up on her. She will be a Pisces and apparently a dreamer and an emotional wreck (sounds like a good mix of Brett and me!) And the icing on the cake is that the best parents for this sign are a Virgo Father and a Cancer Mother. Which happen to be our respective signs. If you don’t believe in any of this astrology crap (because astrology is from the devil) then you can disregard it, but keep in mind that the bible says that the destiny is written in the stars.
Another amazing tidbit of information came when I read my cards, thinking that I might be pregnant. I asked for a sign as to what the sex might be (Yes, I am a bit of a card reader), and I actually got a spread that had a card for a young woman or girl, and a card signifying a wish being granted, followed by a card signifying that a period of waiting would begin. That is when I knew I was pregnant. Actually, I didn’t need a sign. I swear I could feel it in my bones. The best part of the whole thing is that I also got a combination of cards showing I was being looked after by someone who had recently passed. (Wink right back atcha Granny.)
Planner that I am, I have already picked out a name. You may know that I recently proclaimed if I ever had a girl (god forbid) I was going to name her Lady Scarlett. Well, I have given up on Lady Scarlett. The reactions to that one have made me take a long hard look at the consequences. The Lady and the Tramp reference was perhaps the most alarming. I have never really watched that movie, so when I think of Lady, I do not think of a dog eating spaghetti. Too bad the rest of the world does.
So what is the new name? Olive Ilene Murdock. Brett’s favorite art professor in college had a daughter named Olive. A crazy hippie painter who killed too many brain cells in the 60’s decided to name his daughter Olive. Really? We figured her middle name was something like Aquarius. Ridiculous, we thought at the time. But now, for some reason, maybe age and the quest for a unique name in a sea of Maddison’s and Ava’s, Olive just seems right. The middle name is for the aforementioned Granny- a strong, independent, hilarious, classy woman whom I miss dearly. What a great namesake.
Some of you might say that I have jumped the gun on this one. “You shouldn’t tell people about the baby until after the first trimester.” Ya, ya, ya. I have heard that before. If there is one thing you should know about my personality it is that if at all possible, I try not to wait for anything. I open my presents before Christmas, buy something if I want it, and find it impossible to keep a surprise a secret. Patience is not my forte. I have faith that it will all work out magnificently. And if not, (god forbid) then everyone will be there to help me pick up the pieces knowing the history of the situation. And if you really want to know the truth, the horrible truth, I wrote this blog before even taking the pregnancy test! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Update- here is a 6 week pic of the bean:
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