Those of you who have traveled anywhere with David and I in the past two years have probably heard the comment, “One more and you’ll have a basketball team!”. That’s an amusing and creative comment the first ten times you hear it, but it soon becomes a little tiresome. I have never come up with a very clever reply, either.
But NOW…I have one.
Here it is…tell me what you think.
“OK, if you insist.”
In August of this year, our little basketball team will finally have a point guard.
OK, or it could be a giant child and be the center, but it will probably take quite a few years to outpace his or her brothers’ growth curve.
And if I’m honest, it could be a completely uncoordinated child who will instead play the clarinet.
But STILL…all those people should bite their tongues now.
But they won’t. Instead, they will say, “Oh, trying for a girl, are you?”.
*polite gritted-tooth smile*
The specifics: due date is August 12th, heartbeat sounded good and strong on Wednesday afternoon, and the nausea’s over with.
And NO, we weren’t “trying for a girl,” thankyouverymuch.