Now that we’ve exhausted our options of having another baby and have resolved to live as a family of three, here come all the comments and questions. “When will you have another baby?” , “Don’t you want to give your son a sibling?”, and my favorite…. “But…don’t you want to have a daughter?”
Oh Mylanta….that last one is the worst one. THE WORST!!!
To be honest, there was a time in my life that I could have only imagined myself the mother of a girl. As the years went by and we struggled and struggled, my vision of motherhood became less specific about gender. I just wanted a baby. Boy, girl, pterodactyl, ya know? Whatever! Just let me be a mother to someone (or something…if it ended up a pterodactyl).
When I was pregnant with my son Thomas I was 99% sure he was a girl. My pregnancy was SO different from his older brother’s, despite that pregnancy only being 20 weeks. I was so tired, terrible morning sickness, ridiculously emotional….so it had to be a girl right? WRONG! At my first growth scan at 16 weeks we told the ultrasound tech we wanted to know the sex of the baby and I just about fell off the table when she said “Its a BOY!”.
First thing I did when I got home? Packed up the tiny peplum shirts that I had just ordered on Macy’s website. No joke, that is how sure I was he was a girl!
All joking aside though, now that I have my son I can’t even imagine being a mother to anyone but a boy. I’m sure as he gets older there will be some scary moments….and broken bones or scraped up knees….and I’ll figure out some way to handle that… (Ugh, somehow!) but just under 2 years into this “Boy Mom” thing and I’m really loving it!
For starters, I always wanted a “little buddy” to hang out with. My son already is that little buddy that I’ve always wanted! He and I go to Target together all the time and I love spending time with him no matter where we’re at! I’m hopeful that as he gets older that he will still enjoy spending time with me as much as I do.
Second, I’m not exactly the type of person who deals well with screaming and crying and all the girls I’ve seen do that. A lot. Oh my god….make them stop. And drama….sooooo much drama for such young kids. Make that stop too please!
Lastly, let’s face it, I’m not a girly girl. What the hell would I do with a girl? She’d come to me and ask how to contour her face and I’d direct her to Pinterest and encourage her to create a new board.
Also, from what I hear from other boy moms, boys just love their mothers and ultimately that is all that I could ask for, a child that loves me more than my husband.
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