My knees were scratched because I fell off my BMX, trying to ride it. It was such a treat for me to have the bicycle with the dangling things on the handle. I even tried to skateboard, but it wasn’t for me, I was a bit too girly for that. I could sure spin a top though, yeah, better than some boys. Continue reading
For most of my life, when I thought about having a baby, I imagined it would be a girl. I had the most beautiful dreams and visions of dressing up “my daughter” someday. Ribbons and bows, pink and purple. Tiaras and headbands, tutus and pearls, pretty little socks and old-fashioned frocks…aah how lovely it would be to dress up a little girl.
When I found out that I was pregnant, I wanted to know if it was a girl or boy. My husband on the other hand, didn’t want us to find out the sex of our baby. At first, I wasn’t at ease with this. I mean, how could I keep this a secret from myself? How would I go shopping and not know whether to buy pink or blue. I battled with this and tried to persuade my husband but he isn’t easily persuaded. He did tell me that if I wanted to find out the sex, that I should not tell him. That, I knew I would not be able to do. Continue reading