Mom of Boys

I was never a big girly-girl. In middle and high school I always preferred a few extra minutes of sleep over making sure my hair and make-up looked perfect. Not trying to say I was a tomboy; that couldn't be further from the truth! I chose dance classes over anything that involved a ball or a stick. I still liked to shop and wear make-up and daydream about boys. But I was never one who primped in the bathroom between classes or cared if my hair was in a ponytail instead of perfectly blow-dried and curled. Despite that, I still had the dream that most girls have: That one day I would have a daughter of my own. A little girl to dress in pink and purple, do her hair pigtails - or better yet, "sticky buns" - and most of all ... watch perform in dance recitals, complete with the adorably poofy cupcake dresses, as my mom used to refer to them.

Fast forward to 5 years after high school: I find out that my boyfriend and I are having a baby boy. No disappointment from me; I knew Jerome would be thrilled to have a little boy to play sports and video games with. After all, he did already have a daughter. So I had a lot of fun dressing my new little man in blue and sports and truck/plane/tractor outfits. One of my favorites was a onesie with a digger on it that read "I Dig Grandpa." I figured that "my turn" would be next time. I could have my little girl and our family would be complete. Not that that would happen anytime too soon; life was crazy enough already and we were busy soaking up our little guy, Zach.

Fast forward 2.5 more years: We're now living in a house that we own. I'm done with college and staying at home with Zach, earning some money by watching my two nephews and another little boy during the week - yep, 4 boys under 5 on some days! And what happens? We discover that we are pregnant yet again. Ironically it was unplanned but the baby was due right around the time I previously said I'd want to plan it for - shortly after Zach turns 3. As we approach the "big day" - the 20 week ultrasound - I have no clue, no feelings, as to whether this kiddo is a girl or boy. Of course, seeing as how my life is already FILLED with boys I'm secretly hoping for my girl. OK, or maybe not so secretly. The big day comes and there is no denying baby's gender: it is a very proud little boy :)

And thus begins my life as a mom of boys. Good-bye cupcake dresses and sticky buns; hello dirt and trucks and "guys" times two!