So when a girl is actually a boy...

So yesterday I raved about how I was totally OK with having a boy. Truth is I think it's been a bit of a bigger shock than I expected. I really was totally convinced in my head that I had a little miss in there. Now I feel a bit guilty because its like "Sorry little one - I'm only just meeting you for the first time because you seem like a totally different baby." I actually get this tiny notion that I've lost a little girl and found a little boy... it's really weird.

Simon and I sat on the couch last night and we have composed a big list of boy names we either both like or at least one of us likes.  Please be warned now we are not naming this little man until he comes out so don't pester us too much about it. As with Charlie, we will take one look at him and say "You my friend, are a ......., welcome to the world."

It was a funny sensation, sitting together after I got home from Hydrotherapy. Both continually saying to the other "You really are happy about it aren't you?" both I think secretly hoping the other will say, "Well no, I kind of had my heart set on a girl" so we don't feel so bad about kind of thinking the same thing.

But as I said yesterday - we make awesome little boys so as long as this little man is healthy we really have nothing to complain about.

Now - having said all of this, Dott is no longer appropriate. Neither is Dott and the Whale. So what we are doing is changing baby's new belly-name to Dash (Keeping with the Morse-code theme) and because my tummy is about to look like I've swallowed a bolder the new name of my blog will be Balderdash, taken from the game. Clever huh? (And you thought all my braincells were screwy!)

That is all for now.

xoxo