of boys
He this, he that. He. He. He. I knew we were having a boy. My husband is a boy. My fur babies are boys. And that bouncing baby boy was going to fit right in. We even had his name picked out; Brian and I were naming him after my brother.
A boy meant we wouldn't have to paint because the khaki walls were perfect for the masculine nursery I was envisioning. There weren't as many options for boys as for girls, from the nursery bedding to clothes, so I was going to learn how to sew. I was going to be an awesome boy mom!
Our friend Angela and her daughters were throwing us a gender reveal party and our ultrasound was only a few days away. Since there was technically a chance that we weren't having a boy, I told Brian we should probably toss around some girl names, you know, for good measure.
So there we were. Brian wasn't saying too much. He had already asked me if we could find out the gender because he thought it would be special and he didn't like the idea of everyone looking for his reaction at the reveal. I just kept thinking that this baby probably wasn't going to cooperate and we'd be having a genderless BBQ!
The ultrasound tech passed the wand over my belly. What was that? Were those lines, like "girl" lines? Nah, probably just ribs. I mean, we weren't even sure which end was up yet. Then there they were, dead center in that grainy frame.
"Is that a hoo-ha?", I blurted out. Yes, my friend, our he was a she. I looked at Brian with tears of excitement and said simply "What are we going to do with a girl?"