surprise

When we got pregnant with Silas, I wanted to find out the gender soooo badly.  I could bearly give any serious consideration at all to my sweet husband's request for a surprise.  I think my hyper-planning personality combined with the fact that there are already so many unknowns for a first-time mommy made me desperate to have this one thing down. 

On top of all that, I really really wanted a girl.  More than I would admit to anyone.  Anyone who knows me at all knows that I'm a girly girl.  There isn't an athletic bone in my body.  I always liked playing dress-up and dolls and My Little Pony.  (My poor little brother even received Ken dolls for Christmas at my request so he could play with me.)  The thought of a BOY who would like things like TRUCKS and SPORTS and WRESTLING terrified me.  Adjectives that came to mind: loud, rowdy, rough, and hyperactive.

Well, in the end, Nathan graciously let me have my way, and we found at we were having a boy.  Much to my disappointment/terror.

But then I got to know Silas.

And discovered that he was the sweetest child I ever knew.

So my thoughts about boys have changed.

Don't get me wrong.  I still really want to have a girl someday.  But I also think it would be sweet to have another boy, a playmate for Silas.  Best friends.

So, truthfully, I don't care what we have!  And that's why I decided I would be okay with a little surprise this time around.

(We'll see if I stick with it.)

There are some definite cons.  The thought of having to come up with two names is a little bit daunting.  And I thought I could bond better with Silas in the womb after I knew he was a boy.  And if we have a girl I'll have to rush out and buy a whole bunch of clothes.

But I think it's going to be fun!