It was about this time last year when we found out that the thing that kept kicking Jennifer from the inside out was going to be a female life-form. I have to admit that I was at a loss the day that we discovered this fact. For me, the issue was that I had no idea what I would do with a little girl. The irony here is that you pretty much raise boys and girls the same until maybe the last year of high school, so it was a stupid thing to get hung up on.
Still, I was pretty convinced that we had a boy on the way, and we already had a good tough name picked out for him. Yes, Baby Strong-O was going to be the kid that other kids would always be nice to on the playground for fear of a good beating. But it was not to be. The day we found out I immediately called Schaff and we proceeded to start drinking heavily at the good old Odessa on the Lower East Side.
After a couple of hours, having a girl didn’t seem like such a bad idea anymore. It turned out that girls are better than boys, but I think most of us realize this at some point in our lives. It’s just something that you have to relearn time and again. I came to appreciate that my baby girl will be strong like bear and easily as tough.
But you can’t forget that there is a softer side to having a baby girl. I spent the next couple of months torturing Jennifer by playing Enya songs over and over again while providing a voiceover:
In retrospect this was a dangerous game to play with a pregnant woman. All those extra hormones gave her the strength of 10 pregnant women, and I was just lucky that she was more interested in grilled-cheese sandwiches than chasing me down.