At my 19 week prenatal appointment my OB/GYN ordered a sonogram. I was very excited to finally get our first look at our new little one. Later that week we went to the radiology department of the hospital. The technologist asked if we wanted to find out the baby’s sex, which we did.
It’s a boy!
Boy, was I not ready for that surprise. No pun intended.
I always thought I would have another girl. I never considered the fact that it could be a boy. I mean, I knew it was technically possible, of course. I just never thought it would happen to me.
When I was a kid and played house I never pretended to have a boy baby. I grew up with just a little sister and thought that boys were weird and gross; they talked about poop and farts and boogers and liked to burp, kick each other in the crotch, and to scare girls. I never even considered what it would be like to have a boy until my amazing nephew came along nine years ago. He made me think thay maybe a boy wouldn’t be so bad.
I had just naively assumed this baby would be a girl too. I thought I was ahead of the game and so prepared because I wouldn’t have to buy any clothes. I would have everything I needed for the baby. I would have two girls that could play together like my sister and I did.
I am not trying to be silly or dramatic, but it took about a week for me to process and for reality to set in. I’m having a boy. Abby will have a little brother.
I am totally not prepared for a boy! I don’t have any boy clothes. I don’t know how to take care of a little boy. All I know about is being a girl. Boys are so much different than girls! Over Memorial Day weekend we took Abby to the zoo. When we were looking at the giant tortoise exhibit a little boy yelled, “Did you see his butt hole? Did you see it? COULD YOU SEE IT, MOMMY?” Oh Lord, am I ready for this?
It’s a whole new world. Ready or not, here it comes!