When I was an all-knowing and world-weary 19 yo and pregnant with my first child (soon to be a single mom) I wanted a girl. (Because ohmygodwhatwouldidowithaboy! hehasapenis andgirlsclothesarecuterthan boysclothesanyway) (hehe) And lo and behold, some 9 months later, a girl was born unto me. And we had a blast. She was an easy baby and we had that great mother-daughter bond thing going on. And then she became a pre-teen..... But that's another story.
Some 10 years or so later I am with this wonderful man and we are thinking of having another child. And then... BOOM... I am pregnant. And the ultrasound shows another girl! Yay! (Because Ohmygodwhatwouldidowithaboy etc etc etc) So... long story short.... two weeks before my due date I have another ultrasound and the doc goes "look a penis" and I am all"WHAT????? WHAT PENIS!?! YOU SAID IT WAS A GIRL! Girls DO NOT have PENISES." To which he responds "I know girls do not have penises but this baby does have a penis." And I am all like "Are you sure it's not a three-legged girl?" And he left the room. (Or something similar to that, anyway... you get the point.) So. I had me a baby boy cooking. And I panicked. What do I know about boys? Not one thing. I had never once changed a baby boys' diaper. I was kind of weirded out by the whole idea... ya know? I was scared I would hurt him the first time I changed his diaper. How was I supposed to know how to clean that thing??? You get used to it very fast. And you develop a quick reflex with the cover diaper or blanket... and an ability to easily tell when they are gearing up for a gusher....
Basically, my boy is the most wonderful gift I have ever received. And my second boy is pretty darn alright too. The wet, sticky, messy, crumby, juicy boy hugs are da bomb. And the way they cuddle up on the couch and play with your hair? It rocks hard. Boys are different from girls. They are faster and harder and more into dirt, bugs, mud, rodents, choo-choo trains and anything that could possibly get them hurt. They climb. Everything. They run. Everywhere. They spit. They get great thrills from beating on each other and giving each other bruises and rug burns. My 10 mo boy LOVES to jump onto his brother's head and pull on his ears.... whodathunkit?? Chasing boys is a challenge. You have to develop really good closing speed. And be prepared for ANYTHING! My middle child climbed on top of his dresser and was beating on his window and crying.... when he was 9 months old. Wow. And they pee. Anywhere, anytime. Watch out for the penis... it is out to spray you! And when they discover it... they will not leave it alone! After the first few times of seeing them with their hands in their diapers.... you almost don't notice it anymore. Really. I just calmly tell my middlest that that is for the bedroom or the bathroom. LOL. Oh, the gray hairs I have from these two boys is amazing.
But.... my boys are comfort in the midst of chaos. When one of them climbs into my lap and looks me in the eyes with hands holding my face.... my heart melts all over again. And when they come crying to me because of a boo boo because they know mommy can make it all better... it is a thrill! There is never a dull moment. There is never a time that one or the other of them cannot make me laugh through my tears.... or cry with laughter for that matter! The headless or stemless flowers, hands of sand and cute little rocks are precious. The bugs.... not so much.... but it's the thought that counts! They LOVE their mommy. With every beat of their hearts. Boys are big cuddlers. They are just special.
Girls are special too. And wonderful. Just different. My mom always told me that sons are different. Now I understand what she meant. I love all of my children to pieces. And my daughter has a special place in my heart that no one else could ever touch... but that boy love! It is a wondrous thing. I can't wait to see what happens next!
Julie.... enjoy your boy!