another photo by my SIL, of WBH, Stinky, and Uncle Bubba
When I talked to a friend at church (who has four grown sons) after our ultrasound, she laughed and promised me "Someday, you will come home, and walk in the door, and be overwhelmed by the smell. It's the shoes."
I shopped for my guys today. Battling other moms and wives at the clearance rack, I came home with a pretty good haul. Returning home, a former derby teammate was lamenting on Facebook about the excess of pink in clothes for her future rollergirl. I couldn't help but smile as I looked in my shopping bag and saw stripes, plaids, and solids in some very masculine colors.
A few days ago I went back to the place where I used to work to visit some of our clientele. When I told one of the elderly women that was so sweet to me each morning that I worked that I was having another boy, her response was "Oh. Well, that's okay, too." I wanted to respond by saying "Are you kidding me?! It's GREAT!"
I'm probably a little defensive about this. I've gotten a few responses like that woman's lately, and they bother me. Make no mistake, I couldn't be more excited about having another boy. I do think about having a girl when we see Miss G, a friend from church, and her stinkin' adorable golden pigtails (seriously, she's so cute I could just die). The truth is, we would be thrilled with any child we're blessed with, we are thrilled about this one, and the Y chromosome that helped create him.
So, there will not be any pink or pigtails in our immediate future, Nevertheless, I am thrilled that soon, we get to bring home a brother, a nephew, a grandson, our boy.