The Beginnings of a Wardrobe

So Man and I had our mid-way ultrasound.  And because our mamas wanted to know, we did indeed find out the gender.

And then we went to Target.

Oh, Target...

We managed to limit ourselves to one outfit.  So now Baby Otter's room has one piece of clothing to go with the rocking chair, bookshelf and books that are the only occupants to date.

For those of you who are a little slow to catch on, this means that Baby Otter is of the female persuasion.

We told our mamas first.  My mom and I proceeded to have a thirty minute conversation about how this means cute dresses, the complete Olivia book series and dance classes (with the caveat that Baby Otter prefers soccer to dance, that is quite acceptable as well).  We were as content as cats with warm milk.

Man told his mama in a phone call that, as usual, was completely in Chinese.  Now, I know they are happy to have a grandchild on the way, but the only tidbit that Man translated for me was his mom's chuckle and subsequent: "Well, you can always try again!"

Oh.  One more thing: You are all totally welcome to dote on Baby Otter, however... excessive use of pink (especially "baby" and/or carnation pink) will cost you serious friend points.

Moderation in all things, my friends, is wisdom.

Okay, so we bought two outfits.  But in my defense, this 

one is accurately self-descriptive.  And it was on clearance.