Not what I wanted...

I'm still trying to come to the realization that it's a good thing. I'm sure it's how it's supposed to be. McKinley will be the first child in our little Reading family. I'm hoping I will know what to do, and be able to be excited about the dance recitals or tea parties or plays that I'm sure she will want me to be a part of or support her in. Who knows if she will want to play softball like her mom, or sports for that matter. I'm sure she'll go through the I hate you teenage stage that boys don't tend to go through as emotionally if at all. I guess it's all stuff I'm going to have to find out. Preston was so excited to see her little heart beat, and her little arms and legs move around. He is so excited to keep watching her grow and progress. She is healthy, and there was nothing abnormal about her so far despite her mother's difficulty with food, medications, stress, etc that pregnancy and life has brought. Anyway, if I don't seem ecstatic yet that I'm having a girl it's cause I'm not. I loved the idea of having Jefferson. I was growing attached to him. I will now try and love the idea of having McKinley. I'm sure she'll be adorable in all the little coats and dresses. Don't blame me if you see her in a cute little baseball outfit every once in a while though!