Me and my boys

Well, it’s no big secret that I’m pregnant again.  At 6 months my growing belly can no longer be hidden or denied.  It’s a walking advertisement to the world that I am going to be huge, hot, and swollen all summer long until somewhere around August 18.  And yet, we honestly could not be more excited.  Baby!  We love babies!

If you had asked me a few weeks ago I would have sworn it was a girl.  I was so sure, so convinced that this pregnancy was “different” and that since I already had a boy, it logically followed the next one should be a girl.  A few minutes in the ultrasound room was enough to show that I was quite wrong.

There’s no denying that one.

It took me a few minutes, hours, days to adjust to the idea, but now, once again, we honestly could not be more excited.  Boy!  We love boys!

More specifically, I love MY boys.  I love that Eli will have a brother-buddy to toughen him up.  I love that Zach will have another son to teach all his manly stuff to.  And odd though it is, there is some weird satisfaction in knowing that I would’ve been a successful medieval wife with my heir and spare.

For the next few years it will be me and my boys.

It’s going to be a good life.