Metal Meredith

God help me, we are having a boy.

Before Vivienne came along I would have rejoiced at the thought of having a boy. I didn’t want to deal with all the baggage that comes with ovaries and estrogen. I certainly don’t want to deal with overactive hormones at 11 years old, obsessiveness with clothing and hair, the stomping of feet and slamming of doors that was all too prevalent on our home. Phil and I fell silent for a good 20 minutes when the ultrasound technician told us it was a girl back in 2003.

Of course, soon the idea grew on me and now I wouldn’t choose differently. However, girls are now what I know. The thought of dealing with ‘boy parts’ and the constant need to reassure themselves that their penises are still attached from the unbelievably early age of 2 months or some such nonsense, makes me a little faint. Phil, of course, beams with pride due to the size of the newly formed member that was pictured in the ultrasound.

So, I have attempted to pump myself up by looking at boy clothing to see if I can locate anything without bears or sports. Yesterday, I hit the jackpot.

Oh goodness gracious, how sweet is this? There is a whole line of rock inspired clothing with nice saying like “My Mom is a Rock Star”. *swoon* Needless to say, I emailed the proud soon-to-be grandmother of 2 and pointed these out. I am lucky enough to have an email in my inbox with a 5 day shipping notification that these are on the way. Hooray!

Do you think it is sad that it takes things like this to make me excited? I suppose the ultrasound made it all the more real while the clothes make it that much more fun.

While trying to find some older photos of myself, I ran across some videos of Vivienne from her very early months. I am sharing my favorite with you all. It is only 15 seconds long, but sweet and it makes me that much more ready to have a new baby.