My family has all been anxiously waiting for my brother’s wife to have her ultrasound so we could find out whether to start buying little pink dresses or hand over the tubs and tubs of boy clothes that we have accumulated with four boys in the family. It appears that the pink dresses will prevail because they’re having a girl! She’ll be the first girl on my side of the family, so we’re all very excited. I’m even more excited because I’m going to have two little nieces by the end of the year (Hubby’s brother and his wife are also expecting a girl in November, which will be the first girl on Hubby’s side).
I’m even more anxious now to find out what I’m going to have. I have always wanted one boy and one girl. Since I already have my boy, I’m really hoping for a girl this time around. I’m already imagining two little girl cousins tumbling around and playing together during our family get-togethers. They’ll need the strength in numbers if they want to have any chance of competing with the older boys.
While the morning sickness is letting up a little, the sensitivity and emotions seem to be flooding in. I can’t watch shows like “A Baby Story” without a box of kleenex sitting next to me. Even the commercials get me sometimes. But, when it really hit me was when I was card shopping at Hallmark and saw a picture frame that said “big brother” along the side of it. I barely held back the tears as I imagined Zach’s picture there holding his new little brother or (hopefully!) sister in his arms. I just can’t wait for him to have a sibling and to get to experience a whole different kind of love than he has ever known.
