No they’re not triplets.
No we aren’t moving.
No I didn’t get another job.
No I’m not feeling all better.
Ok, now that those are out of the way…
HEAR ME OUT.
I would have been thrilled to pieces if the tech had said, “Two girls!” So would have Sam. We would have come home and gotten our pink overload on, and loved every minute of it.
I really wanted a little boy. And the more I kept thinking about how Bella and I are so close, how I’ve gotten to experience all my “girl firsts” with her, from tea parties to playing in the dirt in a dress to dolls (and she’s a total tomboy as well – those dolls ride in her trucks and it’s HARDCORE driving) – the more I realized I wanted it to stay that way. I wanted her to always be my only girl.
Any gender combo would have been lovely. As long as they were healthy and ok, I didn’t really care if she told us they both had small tails. Any preference I had leaned towards would have vanished in an instant. I didn’t guilt myself over it because I knew that. But hearing they were boys – my heart melted. I looked over at Bella and I was content. I had my boys and my girl – and now because I simply can’t do this again, I’m ok with that a little more than I was.
I’m thankful. For it all. For 3 little healthy, active little ones both in and out of me.
Now. No more surprises or secrets or anything, mmmkay? Let’s just have a nice, normal twin pregnancy.
::giggle snort:: Yeah right.