Yesterday we had an ultrasound at 21 weeks. Due to the switch from my OBGYN to the Midwives there was a delay in getting the 20 week ultrasound. I had been on pins and needles lately wondering if this baby was a boy or a girl. I think deep down my gut told me it was a boy. I never allowed myself to care one way or the other. Anyone who really knows me would say they have heard me say over the years that I only wanted boys – and that if I were to have a girl “I would send her back!” Honestly, if it had been a girl I would have been just as happy. But, I really am in love with the idea of being Mama bear to my house full of boys. I like to tell myself that boys are just easier and there will be less to worry about but in truth I know that’s not exactly true. There will be plenty of things to worry about and they will be susceptible to plenty of trouble. I expect we will just have a lot more filth, stench and general grossness in our house.
William is not old enough to understand what is about to happen in his house but I feel confident that he will be so happy to have a little brother so close in age. I pray that they grow up with the relationship I had with my older sister, Whitney. My fondest memories of childhood are the times we spent playing in our room or running around outside together. I always had a friend to play with, giggle with, and get into trouble with. I wouldn’t trade that experience for the world and something tells me William will feel the same.