I was so excited when I found out I was having a girl, but I have to admit, I am not a girly girl, like at all. Sometimes I wonder if I really am a girl, but I think the fact that I am pregnant is proof positive that I am.
When I was growing up, I had a brother and lots of male cousins, so I climbed trees, played football and basketball, watched wrestling (go Hulk Hogan!), I collected football stickers and had memorised the name of every premier league football ground.
Now that I am an adult let me count the ways where I don’t feel like I’m like other women:
- I don’t like wine
- I don’t love shopping
- I don’t decorate or know how to
- I don’t garden and cannot even keep a plant alive
- I am not good at cleaning and definitely don’t enjoy it
- I rarely iron anything (not because I am scruffy but because I buy things that don’t need ironing)
- I don’t sew, crotchet or knit (though I don’t necessarily dislike them)
- I cannot bake (which is probably a good thing for my waist-line)
- I love action/super-hero and horror movies
- I love playing computer games
So my daughter is about to come into a very male-orientated family, with not just a daddy and a big brother but a mother who is a tom-boy at heart. I wonder how she will cope, and us for that matter? Maybe she will influence me and bring out my feminine side?
What I do know though is that, I may not be girly, but I am still a mummy, and I absolutely love being one, so I am thoroughly looking forward to taking on the new role of a mummy to a daughter. Not long to go now…