Last night I spoke to Appa and Amma, just to let them know that the latest doctors appointment had been uneventful and to try and hammer out dates and airlines with them.
More importantly it was the first time they were seeing my belly, now that it’s reached the undeniably pregnant stage and they were both a little (too) awestruck. My father even had to ask if I hadn’t gained too much weight. The soul of tactfulness, Malayalee parents are.
Ro and I can’t sleep at night because once the lights are off we talk about the kind of parents we think we’re going to be (wonderful, FYI, thank you very much) but more obsessively about the kind of person we think Aditi is going to be. Will she be shy and stubborn like the both of us were when we were kids? Will she hijack some outlying genes and turn out to be a friendly and outgoing baby? We both think that it’s unlikely but stranger things have happened. Will she be a tomboy, a bookworm, a girly girl, an antisocial element?
Will she be a girl at all? A friend told us that her doctor told her she was going to have a girl at 16 weeks but by 6 months said, oops you’re having a boy. Dr. K was very definite about us having a girl, pointing out some definitive lady bits so we’re not worried really but I hate hearing stories like this.
I’m having quite a hard time thinking about buying baby stuff. I already have a huge bag of hand me downs from friends and some gender neutral toys bought while we were in Chile but there has been no progress beyond that point. It’s strange.
