I will begin with a caveat... boy or girl, I am happy as long as I am blessed with a healthy baby. I know that sounds cliche but it's the truth. But if I have a choice in the matter...
I'd choose boy #3 any day. This coming from the girl who cried for a day when she saw that little penis on the ultrasound of Carter. I called my step-mom in tears. "It's another freaking boy." I didn't know it then, but found out over the past few years that I was born to be a boy mom. Born to raise men. Born to be surrounded by mama's boys. After having these two boys, I can't imagine it any other way.
It makes sense. I lived with just a Daddy and big brother for a while. I had more matchbox cars than Barbies. I grew up on a farm fishing, hunting, and spotlighting. I drove my Honda Big Red 4-wheeler all over the farm. My best friend growing up was a boy.
People have told me that they're Team Pink or crossing their fingers for a girl or hoping for a girl or ask if we had #3 so we could try for that little girl. Uncross those fingers, people. I don't want a girl. You've never heard of a mama's girl. That's because there is no such thing. I'll take my burps, farts, superheroes, stiff sheets (yeah, I went there), and daredevil stunts any day over all that hormonal girly junk. I'll take my mama's boys because there is no comparison to the love of a mother and her sons. I'm raising men. I'm raising husbands. I'm carrying on the Bagley family name LIKE A BOSS.
The boys want a sister and Christopher wants a daddy's little girl. Again, if that happens, I'll live (with some counseling). All I am saying, people, is to uncross your fingers because this boy mom is 100% Team Blue.
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