When reviewing our ultrasound results yesterday, my doctor asked, “Do we know yet if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“A fourth girl!” I said, beaming.
He smiled, thought for a moment, and asked, “Have you ever read The Penderwicks?”
A medical degree is important and everything, but what I really look for in a doctor is the willingness to discuss literature in the exam room.
I’ve compared our family before to the Marches and—best of all—the Ingalls, and now I can add the Penderwicks to the list (I do hope this daughter is just a little bit like Batty). One more, and we’ll be the Bennetts!
Sarah has changed her name vote from “Robin Hood” to “Maid Marian,” Lydia has already mentioned “Mary . . . or maybe Laura,” and Phoebe has taken to marching around with the ultrasound photo, chanting “Bebe! Bebe!” Mitch has been to the bank to see about expanding our wee little home, and I have cast on a handful of stitches for a lovely and feminine baby blanket.
To celebrate, I’ll dig up a favorite post: “Ten Chapter Books to Read Aloud With Your Daughter.” That particular branch of our library is about to get stronger and richer:
