It’s been over a week since we found out baby B is a boy. After all the hype and planning of the gender reveal party with our family, it’s only now starting to set in that I will be outnumbered 3 to 1 (4 to 1 counting Karl, ruff!) come this July. And you know what? I’m perfectly okay with that.
First of all, I’m glad that after the ultrasound we found out that our little guy is growing and doing great. It definitely set this mama’s mind at ease going into my 22nd week of this pregnancy. A healthy baby is all I’ve ever prayed for and will continue to do so until he is placed in my arms.
[he looks exactly like his big brother]
To be quite honest, our home in the country is the perfect backdrop for raising little boys. I already see Ev gravitating towards the outdoors, much like his daddy, and I know baby #2 will follow in their footsteps as well. Sure, that might mean more mopping/vacuuming for me, but also (hopefully) better naps and restful nights from being tired out.
This addition in July will complete our family and with every day that passes I am more eager to meet him. And should I ever need my “girl fix” I have two sisters and seven nieces that I can call up!