"nothing can stop our tenderness"

I am wondering if this pregnancy would go faster if we had found out the sex of the baby. Would I not be dreaming and imagining what types of activities would be filling this child's days? The anticipation is constantly crossing my mind and is growing and growing and growing...Imagining a litte girl pulling on my pant leg, or a boy, wrestling with his older brother is almost too much for me to handle. I'm so thrilled either way that I can hardly contain my excitement, and hence, would I have this degree of excitement if I knew we were having a boy or a girl? I suppose this is arbitrary. Who could tell either way? Needless to say, thoughts of rough and tumble or ribbon and lace are floating through my mind. I still have 3 months to go. I'm thankful for this time, but I have a feeling it's going to take forever until we get to March.

I read this poem a little while back and often think of it while pondering the joys of having a girl. Please read it, it's beautiful.

I Stop Writing the Poem

Tess Gallagher

to fold the clothes. No matter who lives

or dies, I'm still a woman.

I'll always have plenty to do.

I bring the arms of his shirt

together. Nothing can stop

our tenderness. I'll get back

to the poem. I'll get back to being

a woman. But for now

there's a shirt, a giant shirt

in my hands, and somewhere a small girl

standing next to her mother

watching to see how it's done.