May 5th of last year, we found out that we were having a boy. Ask anyone who knows me, and they'll tell you how much I wanted a girl. I mean really. Really, really, really wanted a girl. I grew up with 2 sisters and never was around boys growing up, so I know nothing about boys, nor am I too interested in "boy things" like sports, cars, trucks, etc. So it was out of the question that I would have a baby boy.
Well, funny how I had absolutely no say in the whole thing! So when we saw that ultrasound and the technician pointed out what made that blob a definite boy, I was slightly heartbroken. I just could not fathom how I was going to raise a little boy. But, as time wore on, I felt him kicking inside me, and I saw his face once he was born, and slowly my mind began to change. How could I have wanted a girl over this sweet little boy?
And so now I'm completely converted. I can't even imagine if he had been a girl. I can feel such a special relationship building between us that would not be the same as with a girl. Of course this isn't to say that I won't be hoping for a girl next time. After all, if I'm going to have my Mama's Boy, then Jason has a right to have a Daddy's Girl!
All this to tell the story behind this spread I did in his book today....