The Business of Great’s

My next great-niece/nephew shall arrive on the 24th of July. Maybe the 26th. Possibly the 30th. This one seems as determined as the last one to keep us guessing and me fretting.

I have maintained, since my niece called to tell me she was expecting, that this one was going to be a girl. I have told her it would be a girl or it was going back where it came from because it clearly wasn’t done cooking. I have maintained that if she only concentrated hard enough, this one would be a girl.

(I suppose this insistence may be why she wanted to have the baby before I was with her? Maybe?)

At any rate. I have accepted, my gut tells me that this is going to be a little boy. I have told myself that little boys are fun and you can buy them slingshots and it will be ok. I have knit mostly boy coloured things. I like the current great-nephew and think he’s pretty spectacular, so really, why wouldn’t another boy be spectacular.

None of this explains what happened last night, just before I went to bed, when I found myself picking up pink wool. To knit a little cotton dress. Not a big thing, just a little slip of a thing for a hot summer day, to fit right away. Really, how long can it take to knit a little dress for a maybe 6 pound baby? It’s not going to be hard. I have a 5 hour conference call tomorrow, and I can certainly whip it off during that.

Yeah, that’s it.

Or something. Because I’m sensible like this.

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3 Responses to The Business of Great’s

  1. HereWeGoAJen says:

    Besides, if you don’t end up needing the pink dress, like half of all babies are girls! Someone else will need it. It’s not like it will be wasted. 😉

  2. you are the best great aunt ever!

  3. a says:

    Whichever flavor you get, it will be one lucky baby!

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