Attending J&J's shower for their baby boy over the weekend was lots of fun. We played baby games, ate lots of food and got to watch the parents-to-be open up gifts in baby blue. I even won a prize for knowing celeb baby names (thanks, Us Weekly!)
It was also a chance for me to see what it would've been like if Norby had been a boy (like many people had predicted.) You never want to say woulda coulda shoulda, and I'm perfectly happy that we're having a girl, but I think it's natural to wonder about the 'other' scenario.
I remember being elated when we learned our baby's gender, but also feeling a little sense of loss that 'she' wasn't a 'he.' It was totally illogical because, of course, we couldn't have both a boy and a girl in same child, and I didn't really have a preference but I still felt that way. It's sort of like wondering how good the steak would've been if I had ordered that off the menu instead of fish. Does that make me a bad almost-dad? For wondering about steak, I mean?
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