Oh Boy!

Hey Little One,

In 20 weeks, give or take a few, you'll be entering the world and immediately providing your Dad with an ally in a house full of estrogen.  (Seriously, two sisters, a mom, and two girl dogs.  Heck, I think the fish are chicks too).

I'm still thinking about my having a boy in a series of exclamation marks to express my shock.  I have a boy!  A son! What on earth am I going to do with a son!  He has boy parts!  BOY PARTS!  How do I deal with BOY PARTS?!

Thank goodness your Dad will be here to explain the last part to you when the time comes. 

I'm a little nervous, truth be told.  I've heard stories of the early years with boys being hard due to the rough and tumble nature that seems to accompany the male sex from birth onward.  I think C is breaking me in for anything that would come my way in that respect.  You might have your work cut out for you in trying to keep up with her.


During the sonogram, I commented how surprised I was that I felt you move so much less than I used to feel your sisters.  Everything is where it should be in there, it just seems that you're a little more mellow than the girls were.  I did watch you pull your foot back and nearly stick it into your own mouth, so perhaps it's just that I need to wait a bit to feel you start the traditional pummeling of my organs.

I questioned whether the magic of seeing my baby on the sonogram screen would lose its wonder being that this is the third time around.  Not at all.  The wonder of knowing that inside of me, right now, you're growing and changing and yawning and stretching is as amazing as it was the first time.  Every one of you has truly been fearfully and wonderfully made.  And the sheer miracle of that alone astounds me every time.

Keep growing, my little one, my boy, my son.

(And maybe, just maybe, keep leaning on the side of mellow?  please?)

Love,

The Crazy Lady Whose Voice You're Perpetually Hearing
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