We were so certain that JoJo was going to be a boy. Like 98.5% certain… We knew boys, we already had two of them.
JR, my mother and I went to the ultrasound appointment – my mom was definitely hoping for a girl and I was secretly as well. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the boys, they were (and are) a ton of fun – but I was getting a little sick of Cars and Ninja Turtles. I wanted some pink and princesses around the house… a little more estrogen, if you will.
The ultra-sound tech put the wand on my stomach and immediately asked if we wanted to know if we were having a boy or a girl. We were a little surprised at how quickly she was asking us, but we replied that we wanted to know. The tech announced that we were having a little girl and my heart leaped. I looked up at Jeff to see his reaction – his eyes were huge and his jaw was hanging open. He looked like a deer caught in headlights! I could practically see his thoughts running through his mind. He had told me time and again he was terrified of having a little girl… he knew boys. He knew how to handle boys, he didn’t know how to deal with little girls. Little girls were breakable. It took him a full twenty seconds to compose himself!
He eventually got used to the idea and (after a lot of convincing) decided he wasn’t going to accidentally break her. Now he is wrapped around her little finger and she is a 100% daddy’s girl.