"Is it still considered sky diving if you don't use a parachute?" and other stupid things I've said since becoming pregnant.

"Are you sure I'm pregnant? How do you know?"

"Do I have to work out the left leg too?"

"Make sure you go to the bathroom at home because the bathrooms in the mall are gross."

Upon hearing we're having a girl, "You might want to double check that."

Tim and I left the Sonographer's office on Tuesday shocked. After she told us we were expecting a girl, the sonographer had to call in a nurse to help Tim and I pick our jaws up off the floor.

As excited as I am, the prospect of raising a girl brings to mind a barrage of questions that I didn't have when I was positive Ziggy was a boy. Like, "How do I make sure she doesn't have my negative body image?" Teaching boys to have a healthy respect for both their bodies and food seems a lot easier. I mean really, does a boy care whether or not he fits into a size 0?

How do I teach a daughter to respect health and the body God gave her when I cannot lead by example? And speaking of respect for the body...I saw too many of my high school girl friends being told "Your body is a temple" etc, etc, only to give it up to the first boy who got a bit frisky. "I'm waiting" seems like an easy thing for a girl to say...but how do you impart to your child that those words and good intentions need to be backed up by action, or more accurately lack there of? I received the same sex talk as many of my girl friends but we seemed to have chosen very different paths.

Believe me I'm not saying raising boys is a walk in the park. I love my husband dearly, but I can guess there were more than a few times my mother-in-law wanted to pull out her hair. (I know my mother pulled out hers raising my brother, trust me I was there =) I just think I was more prepared for a boy and the fart, booger and sex jokes that are a natural part of boyhood. I had given up on the idea that we would have anything but another masculine Nice to add to the mix.

Don't take my doubts about my ability to raise a girl and think that I'm not excited. I LOVE many girl things. Pink is after all, my very most favorite color. My head is spinning with the excitement of nursery color schemes, tea parties, and tutu's.

I find myself wondering if she'll be kind hearted or stubborn. What activities will she like? What do I do if she wants to dance? What kind of man will she marry and will she want to wear my veil? (and then the Oh crap, we'll need to pay for a wedding!)

Where before I was thinking robots and space travel, I find that it is so much easier for my mind to get carried away with faux chandeliers and butterflies. If it was only up to me that nursery would be painted, decorated, arranged, and sealed off waiting for Ziggy's arrival within a week's time.

I guess the lesson here is that I have a bit of time. (But not to much time) I keep reminding myself to calm down Kristen, it's not like she's going to walk out of the womb!