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August 14, 2010
Hooray for the weekend! Today's playdate is with Andrea from Angelica's Awesome Adventures. Andrea is one of my awesome "real life" friends. We "met" on a message board when we were both pregnant and met in person shortly after her daughter Angelica was born. I had stocked up on formula when Target had a sale, only to find out two days later that Rylie had a milk protein allergy. I posted on our board asking if anyone wanted to take it off my hands and Andrea responded. We have been great friends ever since! She is one of the nicest people you will ever meet, and I am so glad to have her in my life.
Angelica is her little red headed spitfire. I dubbed her "super kid" after I saw her crawling at only 4 months old. Crazy! Rylie and Angelica went to daycare together for a while, and at the time, Rylie called her "Cacala". Rylie can now pronounce her name and they are still best buds. They love to play together, especially at Monkey Joe's!
Speaking of playing, let's get on with this playdate. Andrea has a cute story to tell. After you read her story here, go check out her adorable blog for some hilarious stories about Angelica and her awesome adventures! Leave her some comment love while you're there. You'll probably want to follow her too, so you can keep going back for more laughs!
This is my first guest post ever, and I’m so excited that LeeAnn invited me “over” for a Saturday Playdate! I’ve known her since I was pregnant with Angelica, and our daughters went to daycare together until mine was 15 months old. Anyway, since this is my first guest blog and you don’t really “know” me, let me tell you a little about myself!
I’m Andrea. I’m 30 years old, wife to Scott and mom to 2-year-old Angelica. No, we’re not planning to have another. Yet. Once the terrible twos stop driving me crazy, maybe my desire to have another will return. I started my blog, Angelica’s Awesome Adventures, in 2007 when I first found out that I was pregnant with Angelica. (At that time, it was called "Grow Jellybean Grow" but the name was changed once she was born.)
So, now that introductions are out of the way, let me share a funny story with you. When I first got pregnant with Angelica, one of the first things Scott said to me was, “I bet this baby is a girl.” And I agreed. I was only about 4 weeks pregnant when we found out but we both had this gut feeling that the baby was a girl. At the time, though, we were on the proverbial “Team Green” – we didn’t want to find out the gender. Having wanted a baby for so long, we were glad just to be expecting and would have been thrilled with either!
But, truth be told, I always envisioned myself being the mom of a boy. I was so worried that the curse my mom put on me as a child would come true…You know the one: “I hope you have one just like you someday!” Plus, with boys you avoid PMS and (most of the time) psycho boyfriends who break their hearts, and how the media’s portrayal of women might damage their self-image in a way that can’t be fixed. So, while still fully aware that I may have a baby girl, and feeling thrilled about that possibility, I convinced myself I was having a boy.
Meanwhile, my mother runs out and buys pink dresses. My sister was also pregnant so I figured maybe she would have a girl and so the cute little dresses wouldn’t go to waste. (She had a girl, ten weeks after I had Angelica.)
By the time January 2008 rolled around and I hit the 20 week mark, we went in for our “big ultrasound”, and as I was laying on the table, looking at pictures of my baby of unknown gender, and dying from the pain of a full bladder (Seriously, – telling a pregnant lady to drink tons of water and hold it? Insanity!), the tech asked me if I wanted to know.
“Yes!” I blurted out. I almost didn’t even realize the words came out of my mouth.
“Well, I wouldn’t run out and paint the nursery pink yet, but this baby looks like a girl.”
Wow. Our gut feeling was right!
Scott was smiling ear to ear. The oldest of four, with three younger sisters, he knew what he was in for and was so happy.
After the appointment was over, we went out to dinner – in separate cars, because we had met up for the appointment after work. As I got in the car, I thought to myself, “My goodness…I’m having a girl!” The
panic about PMS and crazy psycho potential boyfriends set in.
And then Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” came on the radio. And I smiled. And smiled bigger. And then I laughed. Having a daughter was going to be so much fun!
The next day, I went out and bought pink dresses and bows. Tons of them.
Nearly two and a half years later, I can’t imagine having a son. Angelica is ten times the girly-girl that I am, but still with that rough tomboy side that she inherited from me. She’s gorgeous, so I know we’ll have tons of boyfriends to scare off (haha). And she’s ten times smarter than I am, so I know I’ll have to stay sharp so she can’t outsmart me as a teenager. (And, I need to get to work on a sizeable college fund!)
Maybe one day she’ll have a little brother. Or sister. Either way, I know it will be wonderful.