Looking back...

Boy versus Girl debate

Maybe it's the nervousness of finding out the gender this afternoon that's putting me in the blogging mood...not sure, but I thought I would go into a subject that has reappeared in my mind. One that I am pretty sensitive about.

I vividly remember how amazed/hurt/shocked I was at some people's reaction that our first baby was going to be a girl. There were people that actually repled "oh...maybe next time" - without even asking me if I'd had a preference. I remember the very pregnant sales girl at Lone Star Baby telling me she "would have just died" if she was having a girl - after finding out what we were having. Of course, not all people reacted this way, but I still found it shocking that anyone could be that ignorant with regards to their rude statement.

Our plan is for two children...regardless of whether this one is a girl or boy. Neither I nor Trenton really care about keeping the "Brockett" name alive - I personally find that idea insanely outdated. I think it's disrespectful to every little girl when I hear these things - are we living in China, for goodness sake? I remember crying for my beautiful little unborn girl - was she not as special as a baby boy? Why can't everyone see that she is?

Maybe I'm being overly sensitive on the subject - likely so - but I couldn't help but mention it...also to give an heads up that if this is a girl, I probably will not be able to be polite to the offending person any longer.

I almost, but did not forget!

I only scanned one because a lot of them were the same...and now I think I remember why I wasn't too motivated - it's not a very good picture! The baby really does have arms and legs...just hard to tell from this perspective...

Second Baby Syndrome Begins...

I had such great intentions with this second baby...being the second child and marrying another second child, we both very much understand how it feels "not to be first." There are never quite as many pictures, your baby books aren't filled out - or even started sometimes...so I thought that I would make a point of treating this second child not identically but with equivalent attention.

So far, not so good...with Kendall I started a special pregnancy blog just for her. I dedicated time at least once a week to blog about the new feelings and reported all the details of the doctor visits and sonograms. With this baby, I already had a family blog in place, so it seemed silly to start another one alone for that purpose. I didn't make the pregnancy public knowledge until very recently (now that it's half over) so I couldn't really mention it on the family blog. Plus, with a baby already running around the house, I can hardly find time to write notes in even that once a week.

I actually read pregnancy books with the first pregnancy - although, I did just go through one not much longer than a year so I may excuse myself on that one. I prepped for Kendall's baby book and her room - even down to her name. As soon as we knew it was a girl, we had her name picked out and within a week later we had her middle name. This poor child may remain unnamed until he/she takes his/her first breath!

There is just isn't time in the day to dream about the second little wonder as much when your first little wonder is toddling around the house, threatening to pull down lamps or fall over toys at any given moment.

Now that we have our 2nd sonogram within reach (Thursday to be exact) I will make a promise to this little seedling that I WILL post its 1st sonogram pictures on the blog within the next 72 hours...it's the least I can do, right?

Happy Valentines Day!

Hope everyone is having a great Valentines Day! I don't particularly care for this holiday, or crowds for that matter, so we will be having a relatively quiet dinner at home this evening. I think I will go rent a chick flick to celebrate however!

Look what I discovered!

The Dog Park

Jolie

Bandit

It is somewhat sad how far on the back burner the dogs many times get placed due to Kendall, however yesterday we decided to take ALL the kids to the dog park. The trip there seemed to take longer than the stay, although the dogs did try their best to speed things along by pulling with all their might...the whole time...in different directions.

We finally arrive and Trenton takes Bandit inside the gates of the dog area - I kept Jolie with us since she is a little aggressive and cannot be trusted without a leash around other dogs. Some may attribute this to her breed, although I still think her aggressiveness was caused in College Station. When she was only a puppy, I was walking her around my apartment complex when another dog (not on a leash) came barreling down the way and went straight for her throat. Fortunately, the owner was not too far behind and was able to pull their dog away. Jolie came away basically unscathed - although now she believes all dogs are trying to kill her.

Back to the present - Bandit is now free to roam and takes off straight for a crowd of people. He weaves in between them, wagging his tail and staring up at them with those big googly pug eyes with a look that seems to say "my mommy and daddy don't love me." At least a few around stoop to pet him and immediately his loyalities to us vanish. In fact, it isn't until his luxurious back scratching is complete and another dog moment passes before he remembers who always - if not sometimes a little late - feeds him.

Jolie, still on the outside of the dog park, paces back and forth, scoping out the threats to her immediate territory. Every moment or two, she jumps up and puts her dusty paws on my light khaki capri pants, which begins to frustrate me. After a few more jumps, I tell her "no" and "stop it or I might just let you off this leash forever." I'm sure the people around me overhear in horror thinking about how quickly people with babies forget their original babies.

How true that is sometimes! All and all, we had a fun time, and the dogs will be making a return trip back.