I wish I could honestly say that I spent this day dancing on rainbows and smelling roses.
A boy? Really? Hm.
I've never been a little boy before, will I know how to raise one?
I'm growing a penis inside of me.
I've always imagined myself with a little girl.
No little dresses?
I didn't answer the phone for two days. I felt like a horrible person and parent for feeling slightly dissapointed. The screen showed our little man with his hands up by his face and was chomping his mouth up and down looking perfectly healthy, and my heart was hurting a little. "What the #$@ is wrong with me?! I'll make a horrible parent!" Slowly but surely, I fell in love with the boy inside of me who kicked my ribs, pushed my bladder and made it difficult for me to breathe. We chose a name on Mother's Day and bought little boy overalls at yard sales.
Luckily, our Good Lord Up Above knew exactly who to bring into my life. Couldn't imagine life without our little guy Henry Roscoe. I am so looking forward to romping around with him on adventures.