When I became pregnant with my first I hoped, pleaded, and begged it would be a girl. And it was! Yay! (as you can see I was ecstatic)
With my second I think I still hoped it would be another girl, but my heart wasn’t as set on a girl anymore. I had my girl, my princess, my dress up doll, my future best friend (I believe children need MOTHERS through childhood. The added bonus of friendship comes with adulthood.). We had all the girly clothes and girl print essentials. It would just be easier, right?
When I got the call during my 12th week (Yay for early blood tests!) that we were having a BOY, I had such a mix of emotions. Mainly I was WORRIED. Don’t get me wrong… I was going to LOVE this boy with all of my heart, but I worried I wouldn’t know how to play with a boy. Worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with the high level of activity. Worried he would want me to practice playing sports with him (zero athletic ability over here!). Worried I wouldn’t like any of the boy clothes. Worried he would pee in my face. I worried about it all.
And then (almost a year ago!) I saw his face and all my doubts and worries disappeared. He was perfect. Boy or girl, this was my baby. His face lights up as soon as he sees me and needs to be in my arms immediately….even at 4:30 am. The snuggles…oh the sweet cuddly snuggles. There’s nothing quite like the love between a mother and her son. There was absolutely no reason for worry.
As for the sports issue….I’ll try my best, but I’m oh so thankfully he has a daddy for that!