Us Girls

I still can’t believe I’m going to have two daughters soon. At first, I wanted this one to be a boy. I remember growing up, my ideal picture in my head of my family was with one boy and one girl. Now, that I know I’m having another girl, I can’t imagine myself raising a boy. I’m girly. I like to paint my nails, buy makeup, and look up tutorials on how to do different hair-dos. I can take my daughter to get a pedicure with me. If i had a son, he’d be so upset with me when I drag him along to the nail salon with his older sister.

I wonder how my husband feels. He’ll be a daddy of two girls. Two girls, who most likely will choose to stay with mommy, if they had the choice. Well my first daughter, she was attached to my hip, she was my shadow, my mini me. She went everywhere with me, and when you asked her if she wanted to stay with mommy or daddy, she’d pick mommy. Now that she’s older though, daddy is the fun parent. Daddy is the parent she goes to, to have fun and play games. Mommy is the parent she goes to for bed time cuddles and girl talk. So who knows, maybe this second one will be daddy’s girl. I hope so, this might be our last one, so that means no boys for the hubby.

My dad was also surrounded by girls. My mom, me, and my sister. He tried to get me into sports. I joined the basketball team in elementary just for fun, but he took it too far and bought me my own WNBA basketball and made me practice all the time. It was not fun after a while. I did get into martial arts and trained all through elementary all the way until my senior year in high school. He was pretty proud of me, so I guess that counts. Besides that, my sister and I always chose to be with my mom when we were given the choice. Poor guy. However, maybe the universe felt sorry for him, because now he and my daughter are best buddies. They have such a close relationship. We may live in different countries, but they always find a way to web chat or send each other videos. They have like a secret language that I don’t even understand. She loves her papa.

Point of this post? My husband will be in a house full girls and their periods.

Daughters

My second daughter is about to make her arrival in about a month, more or less – I’m hoping less. My first pregnancy went by smoothly without morning sickness or any body aches. This pregnancy, on the other hand, is the total opposite. I had horrible morning sickness in my first trimester, and I wake up every 30 minutes because I either have a butt cramp, or my back hurts so much. She’s hanging out so low that I feel like she’s going to just drop out. Other than that, I still love being pregnant. Feeling my precious child move around is the most unbelievable, and indescribable feeling ever. It’s a great feeling knowing that I’m carrying a human being inside of me, and that I’m responsible for this little tiny person.

My daughter who is 5 is really excited to meet her little sister. She’s really helpful around the house, and really helpful when I babysit, so I hope it’s the same when we have my second daughter. I’m so lucky to have a daughter that ASKS me if she can wash the dishes. I remember when I was young, I hated doing the dishes, and I would whine, and pout while doing the dishes, and it usually took me like 20 minutes to complete because of all my crying. Now, here I am, 30 years old, with a daughter who asks if she can help clean around the house for me.

I’m currently volunteering at the base clinic. I’m still unsure when my last day will be since the baby will be here soon. I love working there, and if it wasn’t for my need to stay home and raise my own child, I would ask for a permanent position there. The people there are great and the work environment is great. They just threw me a luncheon/shower. It’s bitter sweet thinking about leaving there.

So, after I’m done working there, I told myself the only way to keep me sane is to blog regularly again. It helped when I had my first daughter. This time, my blog will be about a mother raising two daughters that are 5 years apart.