We have known that there is a penis in my uterus for less than 100 hours (WEIRD), but it has blown me away how many times people have already said to us variations of “perfect! one of each!” or “the perfect family – one boy, one girl!” or “you must be so happy to be having a boy so you don’t have to try for a third!”
I mean, really?
I know the comments aren’t being said to be rude (and if you said this to me, please don’t think I’m upset with you!), but what would those people have said if the announcement said “It’s a girl!” instead? Also, would we have been getting the same comments if #1 had been a boy?
Before we knew the sex of this kiddo, Charlie and I had both expressed that we were hoping for a girl, really for no reasons other than (1) we already have all the girl stuff, and (2) I’m so close with my sisters, and I just thought that’d be such a fun relationship to see grow. (Sorry little man – we are SUPER stoked you’re a “he” so please don’t get a complex about this if you read this in the future someday!) Time and time again, people were astounded that Charlie wasn’t saying he preferred a boy, and many insinuated that our family somehow wouldn’t be complete without a male offspring. Isn’t that weird?
At any rate, Shannon wrote a post last Friday that really struck a chord with me – I think because Charlie and I were already feeling like this child was a boy, and I was already anticipating comments like the ones I mentioned above. In her post, Shannon said:
And when I was told that Squish was in fact a boy, although my daydreams of little girls playing together, sharing clothes and making dance routines fell out the window, I started crying tears of joy. I’m having one of each. I’ll have a daughter and a son.
The instant I saw our baby on that screen on Saturday morning, rolling and kicking and little heart beating, all I felt was joy.. There was our baby. Our healthy, amazing little miracle of a baby. This was the baby we never dared hope we’d be able to conceive – and the sibling we never thought our daughter would have. With every perfect measurement and every flicker of that heart, my joy grew and I fell a little more in love with this kid, before I even knew if he was a he or a she. When we saw the undeniable proof that holy crap there is a penis growing inside of me – tears. Tears of joy. I didn’t even realize I was crying at first, but then I realized that the table I was laying on was wet from the tears dripping out of my eyes. Charlie was grinning from ear to ear, and this was real – we were having a boy.
God is good.