When we first found out we were pregnant I had no idea if we were having a boy or a girl. Apparently we were meeting all the old wives tales dead on for a boy. So much so, that my husband's sisters had me convinced we were having a boy. When we went into the "big reveal" ultrasound, I was just expecting to get confirmation of a boy, but instead we got a huge surprise discovering we are having a girl! I would have been happy either way, but it was so fun to be surprised! And knowing that we have our precious little China baby, Zoe, heading our way in a few years, too, we know there will be lots of estrogen in the house. Sorry Hubby, you will be outnumbered like your childhood... (he has 3 gorgeous and awesome sisters).
As I was brainstorming what to do in the baby room, I wanted some pink because that's so sweet for babies and little girls, but I definitely just wanted splashes of it. So the room is green with lots of whimsical creatures being painted on the walls right now. So far so good, just a little pink. But something must have snapped in my pregnant brain when I started registering for baby stuff.
I took Hubby to the store the other day to show him what we registered for and to see if there was anything he wanted to put on the registry list. After going through about half of it, he says, can I register for something that's not pink? All I could think was that this is what I was doing to our daughter:
Pink Heroine, not Damsel in Distress.