I mean, really. It’s just a girl.
And we’ve known about the sex of the baby for months now.
We should be used to the idea by now!
But after 11 years of parenting only boys, we’re still completely perplexed by the smallest things.
Case in point, this morning we ran our very first load of pink laundry. EVER.
The realization burst into my brain that we are entering territory where the possibility exists of ruining all of our white clothes by turning them pink.
Even after the clothes were in the washer and swishing around, I just sort of stared at them like I was looking at something alien. What were these pink clothes doing in the washing machine?
Later in the day, while we were doing our broadcast, I took a picture of Jennifer on her side of the studio desk and realized she never wears pink.
Until I got her a pink t-shirt, I can’t recall her ever having any other pink clothes.
Will this only be the case when she’s an infant, or will she quickly graduate to purples and blues like her mom wears?
In the meantime, I guess we’ll just continue to acclimate ourselves to the color pink.
Maybe it’ll make more sense once she arrives and we can look at her and say, “Ooooooooohhhh! THAT’S why she needs to wear pink.”
I’ve been hoping for a lot of epiphanies like that lately.