We got some super cute images of the baby - sucking its thumb, playing with its hands, crossing its ankles.
Sucking left thumb
And the ultrasound tech warned me that it's early, but she thinks it may be another boy.
Wow.
Four boys.
Not at all what we were expecting.
Not even close.
She said that there is definitely still a chance that this could be a girl - the angle was bad, we only got one potty shot, and it IS early after all.
But I'll be honest - I cried.
A lot.
A whole lot.
Don't get me wrong, I love my little boys. And I'd love to have another son.
But I'm fairly certain that this baby is the last baby I'll ever have.
And the dream of having a daughter is pretty well crushed.
You can only guess the number of cute little dresses, booties, hair bows, ruffle butt onesies, and cloth diapers, and soft baby dolls I've been dreaming of sewing.
Yesterday I only cried a little.
And today I may not cry at all.
I'm very excited to hold, and nurse, cuddle and kiss another sweet baby - whether a daughter or a son.
And I, as always, am shocked at how much I can already love someone that I've never met.
As the kicks get harder, and his little personality grows, so will my adoration.
Who knows, maybe someday God will grant me the daughter I long for.
But if not, I think I'm one hell of a boy mom - and that's something to be happy for, too!
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