So it’s official now. We had another ultrasound last week,
and Baby Dragon is definitely
a boy. The technician from the earlier ultrasound was right. (Damn, she’s good!)
Hubs and I are very happy to have another boy, and no there
are no plans to try for a girl. In fact, there are definite plans to not try for a girl, which makes me a Dude Mom fo’ life, yo! (You should
totally check out Dude Mom.
She’s one of my faves.)
This will be great. We can reuse most of Q’s old clothes and toys, so won’t
need to buy much. Q will have a little brother, and they can fight and hug it
out and eventually become friends. It will be good for them to have each other.
I know there will be some fun things about having a daughter
I will miss out on. There won’t be any late night talks when she tells me about
the boy she likes. There won’t be any mother-daughter shopping trips or spa
days or lengthy phone conversations. We won’t dress up like princesses or
experiment with make-up together. No ballet classes with little pink tutus.
(Yes, I know boys can take ballet, but isn’t getting adorable pictures of your
kid in a tutu the whole point of ballet?)
But that’s okay. There are some upsides to not having a
daughter. (If you have a daughter, you can stop reading this post now. In fact,
I recommend you stop reading, unless you want a few more things to worry about.)
For example, the likelihood of having a glitter invasion in
my house is dramatically decreased. I hate glitter. It’s the devil. If there was a way to ban it from the
earth, I would do it. Boy stuff doesn’t usually come with glitter, and that
makes me happy.
Boy toys are less complicated. I recently went shopping for
my niece’s birthday present, and I was appalled by most of the girl toys I saw.
The dolls were half naked and wearing too much make-up. (Have you seen Bratz dolls? So disturbing…) Or, if the toy didn’t include a
skank-tastic doll, it involved glitter. These are basically your choices when
it comes to girl toys: skanks, glitter, or skanks covered in glitter. No thanks,
skanks.
Boy toys and TV shows also seem a little less weird. Q loves
Team Umizoomi on Nick Jr., and we
keep plenty of episodes recorded on the DVR. At the end, they show commercials
for other shows, and one of them absolutely frightened me. Have you seen
previews for Lalaloopsy? Dolls are
sorta creepy anyway, but these dolls are super creepy. I’ll take fake bugs,
fake barf, whoopee cushions, monsters, robots, dinosaurs, 850 little cars in
the floor, mud, and noisy trucks
over dolls any day.
Speaking of skank-tastic and creepy, I’ll rarely have to
worry that what my sons wear outside of the house will attract some weirdo’s
attention. As someone commented on this blog a while ago, with a son “you only have to worry about one
penis and not EVERY. PENIS. OUT THERE.” Can I get an Amen?
So while I’m a little bummed that life around here will never
include hair bows, tutus or white tights with cute little ruffle bottoms, being
a boy mom is turning out to
be pretty rad. Now if you’ll excuse me, Q has requested that I make up a story
about him and Lovey Dog and a
Transformer, so I need to go brush up on my Transformers
knowledge. The Decepticons are
the bad guys, right…?
