Hello there, my little capoerista! Ballerina? Breakdancer? Footballer? Gymnast? What are you doing in there, anyway?! Last week you took about a two-day break from all your little bouncy movements, and when you came back, it was with a bang, literally! I feel like a Taiko drum! I'm happy for the constant evidence of your existence, though, so thanks. For the record, you are especially happy after sweets and after spicy food (must take after me!).
On Friday we get to find out whether you're a girl or a boy. At first I wasn't sure I wanted to know at all. I mean, finding out when you're born has got to be one of the biggest, best surprises you can get in a lifetime. But now that we've decided, I'm really excited! I can't wait to know a little bit more about who you are. You're like a little mystery and I keep getting clues doled out. I'm looking forward to this one.
For the record, I don't care at all which sex you are. Cookie baking, singing, walks, soccer, books... those are things that anyone can enjoy. So it's not as if I'll hear "It's a girl" and think "Oh no, no sports!" or "It's a boy" and "Oh no, no baking!" I'll try to expose you to all kinds of things, and whatever you latch onto is what you latch onto, right? I can give you choices, but I can't dictate what you choose. And that's fine: I don't want an accessory. I want a person with feelings and tastes and ideas and a distinct personality. So whether you're a boy or a girl matters little. I'm just looking forward to referring to you by the appropriate pronoun, and maybe calling you by your name. One more piece of the mystery revealed.
Love you already,