My intuition is telling me that it isn't twins. It's telling me that it's just one, and that there's no way there's two babies in there. But my enormous uterus is making me a little antsy. I think what reassures me is the fact that every other mother of more-than-one out there says they felt the same way with consecutive pregnancies. They say with #2 you show way sooner, and with #3 you question whether or not you may be carrying a litter. Which makes me feel better? I think?
The hubby and I are hoping for one, and I've got a pretty strong intuition that it's a boy. Like, 95%. I'm not sure why, but the thought of having a girl just seems absurd to me. And I'm pretty sure Matt and I have officially decided that a boy is what we want. First of all, for Oliver. Because a little brother is WAY cooler than a little sister. And second of all, because Oliver is so absolutely amazing that when we imagine having TWO of him, it makes us just die of happiness. That's not to say that we wouldn't be overwhelmingly happy with a girl! I mean, everyone wants at least "one of each" but I don't know - that's never really been important to me I guess.
I'm not even sure I would know what to do with a little girl, to be honest. Growing up with an older brother, and four younger ones, boys are really all I know! Pirates and tractors and mud and bugs and scraped knees. That's what I grew up with, that's what makes sense to me.
I also love the idea of being queen of my castle. I'm not sure if I've mentioned that before, but I dream of a house full of adoring boys, who worship me (until they get girlfriends) and love my cooking, and want me at all of their baseball games because I'm the best darn mama out there. A bunch of a big strong healthy boys, that I can raise up to be incredible men that treat women with respect, and raise beautiful strong children of their own, with unwavering values and moral character.
And I'd have a hundred boys, if it meant they'd all grow up to be just like my Matthew.
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