My paternal grandmother had four sons. The big reason she had so many? She kept trying for a girl.

Sister of Uncle Crappy thought she was done having children until sometime around September, when, she said, her lack of mathematical ability led to another pregnancy, her third. As I’ve mentioned before, she already has two wonderful boys – three if you count her husband. And despite some initial concerns about her age (35 at that point, 36 now), she has embraced this pregnancy just as she did the two times it was expected. And although she never really came out and said it, I think it was pretty clear she would have been happy with a girl.

So. Today she completed her amnostatisahoochie test – the one where the doc sticks a HUGE needle in the pregnant belly. Health-wise, everything was aces. And apparently the tech kind of blurted this out without considering whether sister of Uncle Crappy wanted to know: “You’ve got a healthy baby girl.”

She’s happy. I’m happy. Mom of Uncle Crappy is apparently ecstatic. I bet our grandmother would have been tickled to death.

Anyone have suggestions about gifts for baby girls? I’ve got the boy thing down: Shreck, Spiderman, etc., etc….

This is going to be fun.