Pushing away the rock under which I have crawled
Yeah. I make promises and don’t keep them, but only when it comes to blogging. The reality is that life is freaking CRAZY right now, and I barely have time to get all the things I need to get done for my life to flow correctly, never mind actually going shopping, or thinking about shopping or finding something awesome to post about.
The real truth is I’ve been keeping a secret. Kind of a big one that I still get nervous about talking of, but…now is a good enough time as any for the reveal:
A baby. And a little girl at that! I mean, I can’t wait to be a daddy, but how is the world going to get that? How is she? I need to figure out something for her to call me because I don’t feel like anything starting with “m” works for me. I have been wanting to be a parent for so long, that I’m sort of shocked with the trepidation that I have now that my dreams are almost realities.
And speaking of girls – She’s not even here yet and people are so ready to throw gendered bs on her already! How can I combat this? I mean, we’re in no position to turn away any of the stuff that people are starting to give to us, but so. much. PINK. I can’t wait to wear matching clothing with her though. I’m keeping myself from buying her teeny tiny matchy sneakers as it is. Yes, I know, I’m ridiculous.
Speaking of pink and girly things – I love pink. I really do. But….It’s weird. I love girls in dresses. I LOVE girly girls. So why does it fill me with fear to potentially raise a girly girl? I’m “supposed” to be beyond this, but I’m secretly hoping for an adorable tomboy who likes to get dirty and play sports with me.
I know this is probably disjointed and not really expressing my thoughts well but – any butch moms/daddies out there have any advice?