The Invader

Countless times a day, a thought invades my brain waves:  I'm having a girl.

Of course, I think about this when I'm doing specific preparing-for-my-daughter's-birth stuff, like putting clothes in her armoire.

But even among other tasks and activities, the thought is never too far from my mind; and as consistently as ocean waves hit the beach, a word pushes into my consciousness:  GIRL.

When I do a spelling lesson with my boys...

...or record something in my homeschool planner.

When I put away clean dishes...

...or get out a pan to start cooking.

When I start a load of laundry and reach for the soap...

...or open the refrigerator and reach for some yogurt.

When I sit down at the computer to type...

...and especially when I lay down wearily to sleep.

"Girl...girl...girl..." the invader echoes.  "You're carrying a daughter.  You're going to have a girl!"

Of course, along with that joyous refrain comes another one:  her name.  Like a schoolgirl in the midst of a crush, I say her name over and over, rolling it around on my tongue, getting used to the way it feels.  But I can't seem to find the right blocks to spell that precious word.  Too bad.  I guess her name will just have to be a secret for a while longer...  ;-)