Wehadababyitsaboy.

That kept running through my head the other day when the doctor told us it was a boy. It is now a HE!!
The grandmothers are beside themselves with glee. I'm happy to finally be able to start buying and registering for stuff and Jesse gets to use his treasured name (which the family does not know yet).

But then as I spent the last three days at home with a cold and nothing to look at but horrible daytime TV and noticing how filthy my house is, I realized... Oh my goodness, I'm having a boy. I'm gonna have a little boy running/screaming/play sword fighting (with his dad) through the house.
It's all a bit overwhelming. For some reason the thought of him being a girl didn't overwhelm me. Maybe it's cause I'm a girl and I kind of know what I'm getting into with that. But I had no brothers and up until we moved to Millington my only contact with boys was mostly my cousin, Jeremy... who loved to torment us girls.
I don't know a lot about how little boys operate before they are 8 yrs old or so.
I'm going to miss the absolutely adorable clothes that girls get to wear. I went to Target a couple days after and nearly cried when I saw the sun dresses and colorful tights.
But then I turned the aisle and saw brat dolls and older girl clothes that looked like something I wouldn't let my teen age girl wear and I was very relieved to not have to deal with that.

Boys may be more rambunctious, loud, dirty, smelly and destructive little children, but they have got to be easier tweens and teenagers, right?
And while I had visions of a little girl playing dolls and barbies, I can't imagine Jesse getting into that, and I can totally see him playing nerf guns and Star Wars with a boy and getting almost more excited than the kid!