As the 30 ounces of water I chugged ahead of today's ultrasound appointment sloshed around with the bumps in the farm road to base, I mentally drafted an open letter to my family. The idea of this letter was to be a fair warning that any item featuring "princess," "diva," glitter, or rhinestones would automatically be donated to the base Community Closet for someone else to take for free. If they send tights, they must be funky. Oh, and please do not send any of those those giant flower headbands.
Then a pheasant scuttled into the road, barely escaping death. A fact that has nothing to do with this post.
While the little baby in here was stubborn about revealing the bits the tech really needed to see... he immediately presented us with the bits we wanted to see to know we're definitely expecting a little boy this February!
I'm really excited to be a mom of brothers. Two boys, about two years apart. Sounds like a recipe for a really interesting time, doesn't it?
Now, to find that perfect name...
I tried ever so politely to tell my family that I didn't want my daughter exposed to any princess stuff. They didn't listen.
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DeleteYou will love having two boys! It is so much fun, mine are 2 1/2 years apart. Yes, there are hairy moments, but last night the oldest was raking piles of leaves so the youngest could push through them with a truck. They were having so much fun. Yes two boys will be wonderful, but you will probably need two of everything with wheels! Congratulations!
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