Since we will be out of town so much this summer, my big ultrasound wasn’t scheduled until almost 22 weeks along. Well, that was just unacceptable. I didn’t think I could possibly wait that long (I’m 16 weeks now) to find out whether this baby was a boy or girl. Plus, we really wanted to bring all the kids along – so we up and paid $45 to go to the fancy 3D ultrasound place down the street. Which was totally worth it. Huge screen, the kids were AMAZED, had the best time, and after a lot of cajoling the baby finally decided to show his bits.
That’s right. HIS. It’s a boy.
The score will be three to one.
I’m not going to lie. I really wanted another girl. I cried on the way home. And a little bit later on. For several reasons…
Lindsay has quite possibly been the cutest, happiest, and most pleasant child on the planet. I really wanted another like her. And another to play dress up with and do all those girly things that I have loved so much. She has been very different from the boys. I also REALLY wanted a sister/playmate for her. I wanted another girl teenager (crazy as it sounds, I LIKE teenagers) to be buddies with and do all the girl teenager stuff – hair, clothes, PROM. You know. I also had a ton of cute little girl clothes ready to go…
And my fear of another boy goes like this: Our boys are to the sweaty, stinky stage. Which I’m sure will last until they leave home. This scares me. As do the bathrooms. Also frightening – their food consumption. And the fact that when they are teenagers they most likely will hardly talk to me, then move out, get married, and hardly talk to me again. Sad. But sorta true, right? Boys are just different. Plus, I have NO cute boy clothes left. And not a fortune to go baby shopping all over again. *Sigh*
AND I now have to re-think the whole room situation at our house and where I want to put everyone and possibilities for the future. I REALLY don’t want to have to give up my pretty guest room any time soon… silly and selfish maybe, but the truth.
AND does this now mean their might be FIVE little Nef’s one day? Time will tell I guess…
BUT – after a short pity party, a good pep talk from my mom (always), and some TLC from my husband (who KNEW it was a boy all along…) I felt much better. I do love my boys. And I make cute boys. And I’m happy to have at least one girl. And I’m LUCKY to have all these babies, period. And I know I will love this one unconditionally as soon as he’s in my arms… I already do.
Now we just have to agree on a name for our new little man. We had a few girl names ready to go, but Brent and I are at odds on the boy names… so this could be interesting. The good news is we finally settled on a nickname. We went through like four possibles, but nothing ever stuck – until yesterday.
Baby Pechanga. As soon as I said it, there was no question. Bingo.
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