Oh boy(s)!

On August 30th, we made the trek to UCONN Medical Center for an ultrasound. I was 17 weeks along and we anxciously anticipated finding out the sex of the babies. We had decided that this would probably be my last pregnancy, so I sat down on the crinkly paper, kicked up my feet and braced myself for the big news.

Back in June we told my parents I was expecting and that they would now have 6 grandchildren. Through my mother's joyful shrieks, I saw a light bulb go off in her head. "5 grandchildren, you mean", she corrected me. "No, Mom...6" Louder shrieks ensued. That very day, in my parents kitchen, I uttered the words, "I guarentee they will both be boys".

As the tech doused my belly with the special jelly, we went through the standard measurements of Baby A. As she neared the region of glory, she spoke the words, "And that looks like a little boy part". I started laughing. I knew instantly that Baby B would be a boy as well. Turns out I was right!

As I wiped my tummy down and tucked my new pictures into my purse, I looked at Ben and said, "I cannot believe this, but I'm happy! It's ok that we're going to have 3 boys". Moments later, we walked past the gift shop and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a tiny pink outfit . And I began to cry, right there in the lobby. "Maybe I'm just a little sad that I'll never have a girl" I guiltily whispered to my husband.

Telling our family and friends was interesting. Most were thrilled and thought they were hysterical bringing up the "My 3 Sons" reference. However, there is a population of individuals out there who either say, "Ohhhh" in disappointment or "So are you going to try for a girl?" Are you kidding me??? I haven't even popped out TWINS and you're asking me if I'm going to get pregnant again, with the 50/50 chance that I could possibly have a girl? As if boys aren't good enough or make our family complete?

It was then that I came to the realization that I wanted a girl one day for selfish reasons. I wanted to buy tights, sparkly shoes and poofy skirts. I wanted to shop for prom dresses, wedding dresses...and for a little while I actually felt sorry for myself that I wouldn't have these opportunities. Material things that I somehow thought contributed to my quality of life. I decided to embrace my news and prepare for the long road ahead. Maybe headlocks, soccer balls and fart jokes were in my future, but I would be prepared. It was then that my mama bear instinct kicked in and I vowed to jump in feet first and raise the best boys possible. Besides, I could always dress one up in tights, right?