I’ve decided to do something presumptuous, though I’ll try to do it purely without presumption. I’m going to start referring to the new baby in the masculine gender. I’ve decided to do this for a number of reasons:
- All the girls are constantly referring to the new baby as “he.”
- Many of the immediate and extended family have dreamed repeatedly that the baby is a boy.
- Several people have told me that I’m carrying the baby like a boy (what does that mean???).
- It’s surprisingly difficult for me to imagine having a girl this time.
- The one time before this that I really, deeply longed for a boy, I had The Boy. Now I really, deeply long for a brother for The Boy.
- I already refer to the baby as “he” in my head and try to filter the pronouns before they come out of my mouth. I also did this with The Boy.
- If the child is a girl, I think we’ll have no trouble switching pronouns when we meet her. Right now we’re having lots of trouble with pronouns. Why waste brain cells fighting before we know which side we’re on?
And so, with disclosures and disclaimers in place, with no external supporting evidence, and with tongue firmly placed in cheek, I will henceforth unapologetically refer to this child as “he,” unless and until I learn otherwise.
Oh, and while we’re talking about the baby, I might as well add that he loves Starbuck’s Coffee Almond Fudge ice cream. He didn’t wait 10 minutes for the blood sugar boost – he jumped for joy when he heard me ask for the ice cream, and kept it up the whole time I was eating. Then he got his blood sugar boost.