There has been a lot of medical hullabaloo concerning this pregnancy. And I am so thankful for the modern medicine that has protected this baby's life … don't get me wrong! But it seems like every bit of good news we get has been tempered by some sort of drama.
When we found out we were having a boy there were serious parenthesis surrounding the news. It didn't hit me right away that I was going to have both a daughter and a son. One of each. A boy. I have a boy in there.
This week that's kinda blowing my mind.
I mean LOOK. It's BLUE!
My brain is having trouble registering all this. We have a house (and garage) full of baby girl EVERYTHING. When I go to the store I just naturally gravitate toward the girl stuff … because that is what I understand. Even worse, I have a sister. My mother has a sister. I AM A GIRL, by the way. We are just not used to boys in this family … my husband is the second man I have ever shared a home with. The first? MY FATHER.
Needless to say, from five months out, I have no idea what to do with a boy. Even though I love baby boys! I think Syd will be the most fun wild big sister to a boy EVER! And I do, after all, have John … who is in fact a man (who has a sister, by the way). But WHAT DO I DO? We have no idea what to name this kid (and if Syd had been a boy we would have had the same exact problem). Don't even get me started on questions about dangling participles or teaching someone to put the seat down. What do I know about brothers? About raising a man?! A good one?! And then probably having to share him with another woman one day?!?!?! UGH. IT MAKES MY HEAD HURT.
I'm making quick studies of siblings everywhere I go, constantly watching the big sister/little brother dynamic. And so far all I've ascertained is that the poor boy is going to have TWO mothers. Sorry kid, but if you'd turned out to be a baby girl that would have still been a problem … big sister talking here. Thanks to the benevolence of excited grandmas and aunts and my dear friends who have boys (yay hand-me-overs!) the little guy won't have to wear pink. Much. He'll have his super-fun, outdoorsy, basketball-playing Daddy. He'll have a boy cousin and other fun boys in our family to pal around with and get dirty and wrestle each other (this is what boys DO, RIGHT?!).
I am comforted when I remind myself that before I had Syd I didn't know what it would be like to have a BABY, much less a daughter. And I figured that out (so far).
So please tell me about boys. Tell me about boys with big sisters. Tell me how awesome and easy and wonderful it will be.
And promise me that I will always be his favorite girl (WEEP!).