Um, sorry for the absentee post yesterday. My bad.
As most of you know, I've been baking a bun in my oven for a few months now and as of today, we know this little pastry is sure to be of the male specimen. I know, because I saw the parts. Sure, I would be lying if I told you I didn't tear up at the sight of a man in my uterus. Because I love my princess SO much, I've been daydreaming of another little angel.
Actually, let me be honest (and when am I not?).
I cried. And cried. And cried. (And cried some more). After everything I've gone through (two losses in two years, one healthy princess), I know I should just shut up and be grateful for this miracle. And I am, believe me.
However, my heart breaks knowing all the dresses, baby dolls and pink blankies will be stuffed away. Until the hubs lets me have another. Or never. So today, friends, Imma hafta take a step back and let myself get used to the fact that there has been, in fact, a penis growing inside my body all these weeks, without my knowledge...
In the mean time, tell me, do you have a boy or girl human? What about pet? If you have both, how were they different? And you may want to keep your boy horror stories to yourself in my time of acceptance :)