Rachel from Testosterhome has recently had a fifth son! I myself have just recently found out that the child in my womb is a boy. My fifth son as well. There are some who are disappointed by this news. I have been doing some soul searching since I found out. Am I saying I'm not disappointed about this but inside I'm crying for the little girl I will never have? I have been thinking about the things I will miss out on. Things like braids and bows, tea parties and baby dolls, ballet and tutus, sweet little girl kisses and hugs, etc. etc. The list goes on. I do not deny that I will miss the opportunity to dress my little girl in pink and lace or decorate her room with flowers and ribbons. Yes, I will miss all of that, but this train of thought took only seconds for me. I thought of the boys I already have. All so unique and wonderful in their own way. They all look like clones as babies, but then they hit two-years-old and they begin to have their own look and personality. Nathanael, my sweet, quiet, and shy boy. Caleb, my boisterous, loving, and dramatic child. Justin, my adorable, matter-of-fact boy, and Aidan, who so far has been a total imp, but I love his cuddable nature. As I think on their natures and how much joy they have given me, I think of the boy growing inside of me and all thoughts of a girl slip away. I already love this child with a fierce love and I can't wait to see his little face. I am looking forward to more cuddle times, soccer and t-ball, capturing toads, little eyes looking through Power Ranger masks, sword fighting, gun toting, etc. etc. Someday, I will have to look up to see my sons' faces and I will listen to their deep voices as they talk with their father about theology and politics or anything else under the sun. I look forward to that.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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