girl mom.

I'm going to let you in on a little secret.

When I found out I was pregnant, for just a second, I was terrified that I might have a little girl.

Then everyone started telling me that they thought I was going to have a boy and I was totally on board with that. I'm a bit more of a rough and tumble girl and felt like I just would know what to do with a boy whereas I'd be lost with a girl.

But there was a part of me that really, really, really wanted a little girl.

So as everyone guessed boy for me, I smiled and went along because I was afraid to say that I thought girl. Because hello, who wants to be wrong on that one!

But I knew. I just knew that I was going to have a little girl.

And duh, I did.

Truth?

I cannot even imagine not being a girl mom. This girl's mom.

This tomboy's house is littered with dolls, clothes, jewelry, bows, and shoes and I love it.

There are trucks and blocks in the toy box but the dolls get way more face time. They get rocked, cuddled, patted, and put to "nigh nigh" with love.

If you leave the babe in her room alone, you're likely to find she's pulled all the clothes out of her hamper and put them all on. Or that she's in her closet trying to put on her "dues" (shoes).

My costume jewelry is a new fascination and you can find her multiple times a day standing in front of my jewelry box just putting on "balls" (bead necklaces). She rocks a necklace to day care because she loves her some accessories.

Everything about our house screams "a little girl lives here".

It's official: I'm a girl mom and it absolutely rocks.