Ok, so I am nervous as hell. The pacing, stomach fluttering, nauseating, what is going to happen kind of nervous. Why? Because I only have 4 weeks to prepare myself for the possibility that we may never have a boy. That we may have 3 girls. 3 GIRLS! Or, I could be lucky, and we will have 2 girls and a boy.
This sounds a little extreme to you all I'm sure. What do you mean you may NEVER have a boy?? Of course you can try again. I wish I could say that I would try again, but I am not cut out for the 4 kids mommy club. I am satisfied that 3 children (monsters) is the perfect number for us. I plan on making sure that we permanently have only 3 children. Let's just put it this way. God would have to see that I got impregnated through tied tubes for me to have more than 3.
That being said, I'm trying to prepare myself for the possibility of life with 3 girls if this last child is not a boy. It is almost devastating to think about, despite the fact that my daughters are my world. Really, what is one more? I know pink. I breathe pink. I know nothing about little boys. But yet, I want one.
My poor possible future daughter may read this one day and think "Man, Mommy didn't want me to be a girl!" Well, that's true. But, I've said it before. If either of my girls had been boys, we would have been done with them. I love my children with all my being, this baby included. So I might be prompting this little Nugget to have certain reproductive parts, nothing wrong with that right? And should it be a girl, well, we were destined to be surrounded by rooms that looks like someone vomited Pepto Bismol on them...
I'm obsessing. I can't help it.
Someone please tell me they grew up with nothing but sisters, and that your teenage years weren't filled with horrendous hormone attitudes???
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