Funny, growing up it was always girls and more girls. My mother did an amazing job of raising three girls by her lonesome. So, as a result I was sure I was going to have girls and I was excited about it. Being a nanny to 2 little girls solidified that. Both times, I was sure I was preggo with my little princess. But alas, both times I detected, before the nurse even told me, the distinct marking of a baby boy on that fuzzy black and white screen.
I remember almost crying both times as I longed for some pink and ruffles. As a matter of fact I am totally guilty of buying outlandish bday gifts for girls because its my only chance!
All this to say. I'm not really sure now, at this point in my life, what I would do with a girl. I have gotten far too accustomed to the frequent outside or bottle urinations. Far to used to not even spending 3 seconds on styling hair. Can girls scale buildings in a single bound like my own two orangutans? I have no idea. Are they capable of wrestling with a 200 lb daddy for hours of nonstop giggling fun? Will they be okay with being 92.7% covered in something sticky, every hour of every day?
If they fall and I tell them to rub some dirt on it, will they cry? Can Zac continue with his 3 year streak of not matching a single pair of pajamas, color or character? I think not on this one..
All I know is I am officially and wonderfully a BOY mom. I love these dirty, biting, punching, jumping, yelling, sticky little balls of testosterone more and more each day. And I actually look forward to teenage years of my sons as opposed to the fear that strikes my heart to think about a girl who may repay me for my own shenanigans. Oy.
So, to the people who keep asking if we are going to try for a girl. Eh...
I'm good being the Queen of this castle for now :)
Much love <3