The Verdict

We had out ultrasound Monday and I am happy to report that everything looks great with the baby. When it came time to find out the baby's gender, I found myself mentally repeating , "girl, girl, say girl."
Why, you ask?
It is not because I don't love my boys. I do. They are sort of the awesomest things on the planet.
It is because I have one lonely little girl who wants a protege.
It is because I have five brothers and I know what it's like watching your friends with sisters sharing clothes and arguing/talking late into the night, and feeling the pang of jealousy for something you won't ever really understand.
It is because three small boys in a row, sounds like the makings of a perfect storm that could wipe out any order to this house.
It is because my two little boys with me now are capable of so much noise and chaos that I have been sure a time or two they have given me an aneurysm.
But mostly it is because My husband has been right on guessing the gender of every single child of ours and I couldn't handle him being right on this one too, because he would rub it in my cute face FOREVER. And no one likes a husband who is right all that time, less than me, because we all know I am, or should be, at least the rightest.

But that perky little ultrasound tech, moved that magic wand over to my baby's legs and there was no denying it:
Boy.
Again.
And while I looked at Brian's smug face, and I did happen to utter, "Dang it!"

I am happy.

Happy that my lone daughter said she is dealing with it.
Happy that I know she will deal fabulously.
Happy that I can already see how much fun this new boy will have being trained in the ways of the Jedi's that are already running amok in our household.
Happy that Jonas gets to be king of the hill to these three adoring boys that will think he is God's gift to them.
Because he is.
I am happy to welcome a sweet boy into our home,
and I know that my husband is more than overjoyed to do the same.

But I swear, If I am a den mother for the rest of my life, I will hold it over all of those little boys' heads until the day I die.