A Third Brave Shipmate

(yes, it's that dress again - round three)

Last Monday I visited a new sister in our ward.  She and her husband share one car and so she is home by herself most days while he is at work.  And in her first trimester. and VERY sick. Like can only eat popsicles kind of sick.  with two little girls running around, both younger than Max and Oliver respectively.  We talked pregnancies.  She asked me what I was hoping I would have.  I told her I guess I kind of am hoping for a girl, but of course would be happy with whatever the Lord sent to me.  I returned her question and she said she didn't care --- She would love another girl because she said every woman wants a little girl and now that she has hers she is relieved and her husband doesn't care if they have 7 girls, he loves his little girls, but a boy would be fine too.


And inside I thought, yes, maybe that is true.  Maybe women do want to have girls. ruffles. smocking. hair. 


I went on Friday to my first ultrasound.


I was nervous.  


And I found out that I am having........


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another boy.  


Can you believe it???  


What in the world am I getting myself into???  ha ha  A fixer upper house and three little rascals.  


At first I was a little shocked, I must admit.  I kind of just laid there (you have to anyway) and stared at David.  He smiled and said, "it's going to be great".  


And he's right.  it is.  I smiled back at him and chuckled.  Both Max and Oliver sat there licking Tootsie Pops.  Well, Max sat there, Oliver kept turning the room lights off and on.


I called my mother immediately afterward and told her and my sister.  They laughed with me as I told them the news.  Can you believe it? I said.  My mom said, "Yes, I can believe it, you are a good boy mom."  


And that was the best thing she could have said to me at that moment.  


I try hard to be a good boy mom.


Today while David interviewed and had meetings at the church I sat atop three stacked couch cushions on the top of our living room sectional -- the stoop of our pirate ship.  I was the bloated and nauseated Captain Bigbelly and my two brave shipmates jumped around on pillows floating in the tempest sea, fighting sharks and sea dragons until they finally found the hot chocolate treasure on the faraway island.  


Yes, hot chocolate when it is 95 degrees outside.


(Remember that we are trying to empty our pantry)


We sat at the kitchen table and drank our hot chocolate treasure. I thought about the little wee brother in my belly and mentally I started making a shopping list of all the things I will need for this new baby:


Another foam sword
Another bow and arrow
More vintage polyester for cape-making
Another big wheel
Another knight costume
Another fake hook
Another water gun
More band-aids
More thrift store ties
More jeans in every size --- (none of mine above 12 months have lasted - hence, this post).

I do love being a boy mom and I know so many other boy moms who love it too.  I told a good friend of mine, and having 4 boys of her own, she assured me that I will love it, they will be best friends.

I think I agree.