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.