Une fille? Un garcon?

Today just thoughts.  No, Jordan, my kids haven't been sick.  That is not the reason for my lengthy absence from my blog.  Just life.  I have someone (who is happily head-down) kicking my right ribs quite regularly.  I poke back just for fun, amazed that these little movements will all-too-soon be in my arms.  People tell me, "Good for you" when I answer their inquiries about what the baby will be, "We're waiting until it gets here."  I toggle in my mind back and forth.  The practical side of me thinks a girl would be convenient, further justifying purchases of clothing that I know will get utilized.  We know (or is it just we think we know) about girls.  A boy would be puzzling to me:  different parts, clothes, toys, emotions, and altogether innate qualities.  Even little Olive oohs and ahhs about the little onesies I purchased the other day.  I know I will not get that from a little boy.  But then I think about the lack of drama a boy might provide, for there is much around here, enough, and I know will only intensify as will the need to be in front of the mirror and other such "girlie" things.  No names solidified, despite my pleadings (yes, I sometimes add to the drama).  

Divine and Pearl want a brother because they are "tired of playing with girls."  Poor children! Olive wants a sister--she's probably our girliest girl.  Azure will be blind-sided--really, poor child.

Would a boy sit, content, reading books, asking questions about every little illustration?