We had another ultrasound about a week ago. After Forest and I told the technician we have three daughters and would LOVE to know the baby's gender, she got to work and pulled some images up on the screen. "This one . . . looks like a boy," she said decidedly.
Well, hello baby boy! Ramona had mentioned earlier that she hoped it would be a boy. "We already have too many girls in this house!" she declared. Since she was the last one in our family to find out, I tried to make the news a little more special for her by surprising her with a balloon at the bus stop after school.
She was excited and triumphant, insisting she knew all along she would be getting a little brother.
The rest of us are thrilled, as well--I have to admit, after three baby girls it requires a significant mental shift to acknowledge that there really is a tiny boy inside of me. But I guess some part of me has always hoped I would have a son someday. At some point since I became a mother, I set aside a box and started filling it with all the gender-neutral baby clothes we collected: green and yellow sleepers, orange, green, and white onesies, several pairs of socks--some of them never or hardly used. We always had so much pink baby attire, we didn't need to. It looks like they may be getting some good use in a few months.
I'm especially excited that Forest will get to have his own son. He has always been so close to his dad, I am looking forward to seeing a new father-son relationship form where he gets to be in the father role. Maybe this kid will even sit through an entire football game with him someday.
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