It’s a…

…onesie! 

Lovely Thimbleanna enquired recently and I realised I’d probably not actually mentioned that yes, we know (to a reasonable degree of certainty) whether it’s a Miss or Master on the way and the blue hue above will clue you in.

This was a gift from a friend who knows us well, who was visiting friends in Cupertino, CA and went to the Apple Store. Mr D probably won’t dress the child in anything else.

It was really important to me to find out, if we could, for lots of reasons. Absolutely none of them relate to painting the nursery or splashing out on a gender-specific layette. I feel lucky enough to be having a baby without any complications thus far, including getting pregnant easily, in my very late 30s when the media had already conditioned me to think it would never happen.

It may be that we only have one baby – which is fine – and I am a horrendously curious creature. I wanted to know who we were preparing to bring into our family, our home, our lives. In absent minded musings before this came very real I’d pictured myself with a little girl. Actually I think I imagined a two child family, a boy and girl (the family structure that, coincidentally, both I and Mr D grew up with) but that comes miles and miles behind a healthy baby. Now that I know it’s a boy, it’s not at all important either way, funnily enough. But it did take me a little bit of time to get used to the idea. Now that’s all out of the way and I’m looking forward to the arrival of the little lad, as my parents are calling him (and I’m also a very proud auntie, as my gorgeous nephew was born a week ago!)

The nesting has started in earnest.  As in: acquiring vital bits and bobs, clearing out the room, and you may be able to see the bars of the to-be-reassembled cot in the photo above. Twelve weeks seems like a long time before the little lad is here – but it’s really not!

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