When I found out I was pregnant with my oldest son, I remember thinking it was certainly a girl. Someone I could play Barbies with and have tea parties with. Braid and curl her hair and put her in frilly dresses. I basically pictured myself reliving my childhood but as a 20 something-year-old woman.
When my Doctor told me I was having a boy (and there was no doubt about it), I didn’t really know what to think. How would I do playing TMNT and Superheros? Would all the fart and booger talks gross me out or would they even include me? Fast forward to my gender ultrasound of my second child and I remember thinking, “PLEASE GOD, let this be a boy. Boys are what I know and what I’m comfortable with at this point!”. And then he said “Another BOY!”. I was so excited to now have 2 boys to love. I am a proud BoyMom! Read more