I’m having a girl.
HOW AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN ABOUT HER PERIOD? WILL SHE FLEE IN HORROR WHEN I TRY TO TELL HER HOW TO CORRECTLY USE A TAMPON?
WHAT AM I GOING TO SAY DURING THE INFAMOUS SEX TALK?
HOW WILL I EXPLAIN ABOUT BOOBS AND BOYS AND BRAS?
And I’ll be darned if I never learned how to make a French braid.
Okay . . . deep breath.
Maybe I’ll wait until she’s a least born before allowing myself to dwell on these things any further. Or maybe I’ll even wait until she’s sitting up straight! Or hey . . . scooching around. In fact, maybe I’ll hang tight until her little rosebud mouth issues its first firm “Ba!”
Then I’ll revisit these all-important questions.
Maybe by then I’ll have gained a little perspective and they won’t be scrolling through my brain in all-caps, scaring the living daylights out of me.