I just wanted to start out by saying you’re all crazy and obsessed with me. Which is cool. I mean, I knew when I posted this, there would be mutiny. But c’mon. Death threats? You can’t see them, but they’re there. In between the lines. There’s so much hatred….
(Hopefully none of you guys mind being on the blog [you should be honored]…if you do, let me know and I’ll take it down.)
I know about half of the people who read this don’t even have kids. They’re people my age, still in college, working and being normal 20-something-year-olds. Then they’re like, but that Melissa girl…she almost has 2 kids.
At the same age as people who post almost daily about “football” and “parties”. And I’m just over here, watching my 16 month old toddler who has crazy, destruction based tendencies, planning for our SECOND baby, and married to someone they probably knew in high school, too. One of the only sane males from our high school, sorry ladies.
But anyway, you probably skipped over all these words and are looking for the picture that reveals if Baby B is a girl or a boy. I could write anything right here, and you’d probably never even read it.
No one read that, right?
Both Big S and I thought we were having a boy.
But we are absolutely ecstatic. Little S was actually the first one to know. Right after our ultrasound I whispered in his ear:
“Guess what? You’re going to have a baby sister.”
Then he said “MAHM.”, smiled, and gave me a hug.
Probably because I’d been gone for over an hour, and that’s like a decade in baby years.
Telling family was pretty awesome. Lots of screeches and congratulations.
But Big S’s reaction was one I’ll never forget.
With Little S, as soon as he came on the screen it was pretty obvious he was a boy. As soon as the tech confirmed, Big S did a little (Huge.) fist pump and started talking about him playing hockey and all the father/son stuff he couldn’t wait to do. All day (and still now.) he proudly refers to little s as “my boy!”.
But with Baby B, the tech said girl, and he was silent.
And he was silent except the couple times I could hear him laugh at her little hand opening and closing right next to her face as if she was waving at us.
He was silent, but in the best way.
Until we got outside.
Then he pulled me in for the biggest hug and said “We’re going to have a daughter.”
And we both cried. Not like, bawled. But shed a tear or two.
Because it’s perfect.
We have our sweet, manly little boy.
And now we’re going to have a little princess, too.
Then before we went to bed, I think it REALLY hit Big S and he says
“Oh, crap. We’re going to have to pay for a wedding someday…”
Yes, yes we are.