Right from the very beginning of my pregnancy, my husband was certain that we were having a boy.
I wasn’t so sure.
In fact, every time I pictured myself with a baby, I pictured a little girl baby.
You see, I have two sisters. Everyone in my family is a woman except for my Dad.
Love my family!
Old family photo, circa 2007
Old family photo, circa 2007
Left to right: Dad, me, Mom, Molly, and Amy
(My entire family will probably contact me and tell me they don’t like themselves in this picture, but I look cute and the reality is that this is the only family photo I have access to on this computer.)
When I thought about babies, I immediate thought about girl babies. And so, when I was pregnant, I couldn’t imagine that the baby in my belly was anything but a little baby girl. (I will note that at about halfway through the pregnancy, I started thinking that my baby was a boy.)
I was worried about having a baby boy. Were baby boys different from baby girls? Would they be as cuddly? Would the baby love me as much as a baby girl would? Would a boy be as fun as a girl? Would I know what to do with a baby boy?
Would a boy need me?
I don’t know what I was expecting. A little baby boy coming out of my belly dressed in a basketball jersey, ready to crawl away with all his friends, cruising for cute baby girls and giving his Mommy eye rolls?
Mommy doesn’t like basketball.
Of course, all these thoughts are completely ridiculous. I know for sure that they are now, and I knew it back then too. But I couldn’t help feeling these things.
If I had any of these thoughts left by the time I gave birth, they went out the window as soon as I held my son in my arms after 38 hours of labour. (After 38 hours of labour, I didn’t care what I got, I just wanted it out!) I was in love. I was so lucky!
Now, I almost feel bad for Moms who have girl babies. I mean, do they even know how wonderful it is to have a boy baby?!
The one thing I was sure I would miss out on (other than doing hair and shopping and picking out a wedding dress) was dressing up my baby. I mean, how cute are these? Baby girl clothing is so precious, and you can be sure that if I had a little girl, she would be dressed to the nines every single day.
What have I learned since becoming a Mommy?
That you can dress a little boy up too. And that little boy? He will be so cute!
Picture 1: May 17, 2010
2 months, 1 week, 4 days old / 10 weeks, 2 days old
Picture 2: July 15, 2010
4 months, 1 week, 2 days old / 18 weeks, 5 days old
Picture 3: August 11, 2010
Picture 4: August 11, 2010
5 months, 5 days old / 22 weeks, 4 days old
Two things:
1) That picture is awful. You are a great predictor
2) By the time I saw Cam in that marvelous navy and ivory sweater, I had forgotten completely about how horrid the first picture in your post was. He is sooo handsome!
Haha – you're my favourite, Amy. Unless you include Molly, and then you're tied for my favourite. I have to be diplomatic.
Also, I think I will run with that moniker for a while: A Great Predictor. I'm like Moses or something.
Every time you put new pictures of your handsome boy up it makes me smile! I was absolutely sure I was going to have a boy, I couldn't picture myself with a girl at all. I even bought a New England Patriots onesie because I was certain we were having a boy. Now we have our girl & I couldn't imagine it any other way. Funny how that works out!
Thanks Paula! It is funny how it works out. Some day I really hope to have a little girl, but I am SO MUCH happier than I ever could have imagined to have this little boy!
(Hope your little one got to sleep last night)