My version of a Gender Reveal Party – a blog post!
For those of you that don’t know: I’m pregnant. With my third child. If you haven’t been pregnant three times, let me fill you in: it’s different. You look pregnant earlier. Strangers ask you if it’s your first. When you say, “Nope, the third,” they either look at you like you’re either crazy, stupid, or trying to over-populate the world with the addition of your extra child.
“Were you trying?” That’s my favorite question. Um, let’s talk about my knowledge of sex and birth control options. Because, that’s my favorite topic to chat up with strangers.
Ummmkay. So now that I’ve vented about expecting a third child, allow me to refer you to my pregnancy announcement post: Number 3. Our reason for having another child? We love our family, and felt it would be complete with a third child. We wanted to give my boys another sibling to support, love and occasionally terrorize. I wanted to take care of another baby, a toddler, a kid…. I wanted one more child at Christmas. And one more child to come back home from Christmas once our nest is emptied. I wanted a family. A bigger family.
I’m pretty stinkin’ happy about our decision to have a third child. Especially now that I’m not hanging out 24/7 over a toilet. Yeah, that first trimester was rough.
And, now I’d like to share that we are having… ANOTHER BOY!
I’ve delayed sharing this little tid-bit of information for a few weeks so I could let it sink in. Sure, I was excited about the thought that we might have a girl, but it scared me too. After finding out it was a boy, I was dismayed (again?!?!), but then realized – I was comforted. I know boys. I got this. Plus, I’ve got the stuff.
It was a little hard to tell our family. This is the seventh grandson in a row for my husband’s parents. And I know my parents would have been over-joyed about a little girl. Despite my insistence that I didn’t care about the gender, everyone has vocalized their desire for me to have a girl. Well, folks. It’s not. SURPRISE!
People try to “comfort” me by saying, “Boys love their mommies.” Guess what, y’all. Kids love their mommies. My children will love me, and I will love, love, love all three of them. Am I sounding defensive? Maybe I am. I’ll defend this little guy and my boys whenever I need to. Right?
The cutest boy clothes I could find! We revealed the gender to our family by having them unwrap a box with gender-themed clothes inside.
I’ll always be a little bitter about the lack of cute boys clothes compared to adorable girl outfits, but on the otherhand, I’ll be able to perfect my knowledge of all things cars, trucks and construction sites. We’ll coordinate extracurricular activities (no dance or cheerleading here!), and guess what…. we don’t have to save for weddings!
Yeah, I think I’ll
survive be the happiest mom on the block. That is, once I figure out how to handle three kids. God bless….