I am a woman who grow up with only brothers and a cousin that was close enough to be a brother. So my whole life, I assumed I would therefore, ONLY have boys. I had dreams of boys and names and what they would look like. The thought of boys coming into my life first before having a girl was a must. Although I am the oldest, my brothers were (and are) very protective of me. I love that even still today. So I couldn’t imagine anything less when having my own children. Boys first and then *maybe* a girl…
Fast forward to Married life and we get pregnant with our first child, a girl. Thankfully, I already had the perfect name picked out for her and having a girl first soon passed my hopeful mind and I loved her the second we found out. But I will not lie, ever since then we have always tried and hoped for boys. All boys. The thought of having more then one girl was terrifying. I saw the drama growing up! The back stabbing and even silly arguments that girls had on a regular basis. I didn’t want that in my house. I just can’t deal!
Fast forward again, 2.5 years later and I become pregnant Again with yet, another girl.
I was devastated.
This was ruining every thing! I never wanted two girls. It scared the crap out of me with the amount of drama that was about to be had between them. I never thought of good things regarding raising only girls. I was terrified! After sister #1 became super attached to sister #2 (she even named her!), I came around to being “ok” with it and then I started praying HARD over her character and who she was going to be. Little did I know that baby girl #2 would be exactly what I needed in my life. My oldest is a daddy’s girl as well as super independent. Baby #2 was totally different. Not only did she look like her mama she really needed her mama. And still, to this day, she prefers her mama. She is the best cuddlier and she also is to dang cute to discipline. (That alone deserves it’s own blog post lol)
Soon after I had my 2nd baby I started “praying it in” for a boy. I figured if I made a plea early enough that God Would hear me and give me the desires of my heart. I even got to the place where I researched and studied just the right things (eh hum, sex stuff) I needed to do to INSURE I was going to get my boy. My heart yearned for a boy. I didn’t care how I was going to get one but this mama wanted one badly.
After I turned 30, my body went thru some hormonal shifts and when we started trying for baby #3 it wasn’t as easy as I had hoped. A few months went by with calculating just the right time and place and body temperature, to get my boy. Finally I threw in the towel and quickly became pregnant again with baby #3.
So here we are. I am sure you are dying to know what happened. Did God answer my plea?? Did I finally get my boy???
Ladies and gents, we are having yet another beautiful baby girl.
So with that let’s get some questions out of the way.
1) Are you disappointed? Well, I bawled that night we found out. I called my parents in anger and pretty much shook my fist at God and said this isn’t fair. But now? Now I have such an overwhelming peace about it that it would take to long to type out and explain it. (But I would be happy to tell you in person :))
2) Are we going to “try” again for a boy? PEOPLE!!. Every. Single, baby. Was a “try” for a boy. Refer back to the beginning of this post and you will see. I am DONE-ZO! I feel very complete with 3 children and I just feel like physically I am done having more children.
3) (insert look of shock and horror!) “oh man! Your poor husband!” – I don’t mean this to sound.. Harsh, but he is having another child and you feel BAD for him?! Yes 3 girls sounds daunting but have you seen my husband with his girls?? Literally one of the best men to raise a little girl. His heart is so tender towards them. Why yes girls can be financially… Demanding, but so can A boy so I hear.
Here are some things I am looking forward to with all girls. Raising woman in the kind of way I feel like woman should be. Independent and strong yet courteous and kind. Filled with virtue and wisdom while also being a good listener and a good friend. I know, without a doubt, God is giving me all girls for a purpose. The world is drastically changing. I want to play a small part in raising wonderful woman who just might conquer the world someday.
I am a girl mom. And I am damn proud of it.
The end 🙂
PS. She doesn’t have a name yet. Naming 3 girls is HARD!!