So I'm pregnant.
It's another boy.
I maybe cried.
Ok, I maybe broke into tears right there on the ultrasound table with no one there but the somewhat surprised ultrasound tech who just kept telling me God just wants me to have boys.
Well, that wasn't what I had in mind.
And yes, if you're wondering, I did mean to get pregnant. I meant to get pregnant with a girl. I actually feel a little tricked. Everything that prompted me to have a baby had to do with the feeling that I was going to have a girl. It's not like I was just sitting around thinking my life was so easy and I had way too much spare time on my hands or anything. But I was willing to do it for all these things making me think it was going to be a girl. And seriously, I did my part. I conferred with my OB on how to increase your chances of getting a girl. I had my timing all figured out. I read every old wives tale possible. I consulted the Chinese calendar. So if somehow this boy made it through all that, he must be a fighter. Or really just meant to be, although I still have trouble conceding to that.
Oh, and even better: he's due February 24th - the twins' birthday.
For all my strategic planning I don't know how I managed to miss that. And Ryan's birthday is five days later. In fact, at that time within my family there are 8 birthdays within about a 2 week span. I seriously did not mean to put one more right in the middle of all that! February is going to break the bank in our house.
I must have some sort of statistical improbability fairy following me around because identical twin boys...four boys in a row with zero girls.... I don't know anyone my age personally who has four boys and no girls.
Ryan doesn't seem phased.
I am better off today than I was yesterday when I found out. I'll fill in the blank for you with really the only thing to say to me right now: at least he's healthy. I know. For that I am grateful. At least we'll save all that money on weddings. And feminine supplies. (But make up for it with our food budget, emergency room bills and mission funds). Better 4 boys than 4 girls. You can always try for one more (and risk five boys? I'm not sure about that one). Less drama, (more broken bones). I know, I know.
The idea of 4 grubby boys trailing after me just has yet to appeal to me. One of my first thoughts was - I'm throwing out every character t-shirt we own. If I have to have 4 boys they at least better dress like preppy little GAP boys or something so we don't look like a stinky bunch of hellions running around everywhere. But like I'll actually succeed in getting around the superhero phase. Or the stinky phase. Or ever getting any help in the kitchen.
Damn that Chinese calendar.