Ok. I admit it.
Having a girl is not exactly the same as having a boy.
At first, I (tried to) believe that a baby girl invoked all the same feelings as a new baby boy did. It was "just another gorgeous newborn baby. The sex made no difference".
I've also told myself that the hugely adoring feelings I have towards miss Natalie are a result of being so much more relaxed and me really trying to enjoy the moments. All of these being a result of a bigger age-gap between #'s 2 & 3, and the boys being older and more independent etc.
I'm ready to admit there may be more to it. All of the above are in fact true. All are very good reasons for my utter blissful state over the last 12 weeks. But I also have to admit they are not the only reasons.
There is something about the little girl which affects me in an indescribable way. I really wish I could describe it. It's an extra bond. A special protection for her that I feel. I can't help but melt a little everytime I dress her in a fresh clean shade of pink - or a dainty little dress which suits her pretty little face perfectly.
She's 12 weeks today and I'm a little bit sad. Ok, a lot sad. It's gone far too quickly. Time, please slow down. My little princess will be grown and gone off with her prince before I know it. And I'm just not ready. I want to kiss her pudgy little pale pink body for a while longer yet.