If you guessed a girl – that would be 97% of you, well then, you were…
Mason will be having a little brother, which obviously means, I will be a mom of TWO boys!
I’m not going to lie, I was hoping it was a girl.
Finding out we were pregnant during my mom’s fight with cancer and then losing her, I thought it would be obvious that I’d be pregnant with a girl. I wanted that mother-daughter relationship that I had with my mom. I looked up to my mom so much, I wanted a piece of what she had in raising two daughters.
After a good cry, I felt the excitement of our big news. My mom was the only person to
think know that it was a boy. She told us this a few weeks before she passed. I told her I hoped she was wrong, but knowing her, she was of course right. I’m happy Mason gets a younger brother to play with and to teach. He will be the best big brother I could ever ask for. And the topping on the cake, we – as in I will be spending way less money than if it were a girl. Everything happens for a reason and I feel very blessed to bring in a new life and a piece of happiness to this family.
I’m also really happy that my best friend who just had a boy, we get to raise our little ones together.
For the gender reveal, we did the same thing when we found out we were having our first boy (Mason). After our ultrasound we headed over to Nordstrom, picked out a boy and a girl outfit, gave the sales woman our envelope with the sex along with our credit card and asked for her to wrap up the matching gender outfit.
We lasted maybe 15 minutes since she handed us the box.
Backing up just a bit, I made this ultrasound appointment a month prior. Crazy thing, it was the morning of my mom’s service. This baby sure has interesting, but such beautiful timing.
We sat in the middle of the mall, Ben holding onto the box as I gripped my coffee. He opened the box slowly and the second I saw the grey (and not the worlds cutest dress), I cried. I would have cried either way, but this was just some necessary grieving I needed to do to move on. After several tears, I felt a sense of relief.
Seeing Mason, I couldn’t wait to have another little boy.
*For those who haven’t heard, my mom passed away March 31st. I’m in the process of writing a post about her journey, but in the meantime you can check out her Caring Bridge page that I’ve kept updated.
I’m 20 weeks and honestly, it hasn’t been until I popped and started feeling the baby move that I remember I’m pregnant. It’s a completely different pregnancy than my first, but poor kiddo, I’m already forgetting about him.
I am way more distracted this time around with life going a hundred miles an hour, the only reason I remember to eat is because this baby makes me so hungry. It’s almost obnoxious with how much I need/want to eat. Thankfully I’m eating more than just cheese this time around. I actually want salads and vegetables. I do crave a piece of dark chocolate after every meal though, which I’m definitely not complaining about.
Considering everything, all is good and we can’t wait to hold this little guy in our arms.
<20 weeks pregnant>
April 20 2014