I’m going to be frank with you right now… little boys make me nervous. It must be something to do with the whole ‘fearing the unknown’ thing because I have very little experience in caring for baby boys and I honestly have no idea what it’s all about.
I always dressed up and played house and painted my nails and baked cookies and was generally silly and dramatic. I am a girlie girl, and so is Maddie. That’s all I know. If you asked me what little boys do for fun, all I could really give you for an answer is… eat dirt?
Also, I don’t have a ton of experience with changing little boy’s diapers, but let me just say that the few times I’ve been present for the blessed event, there has always been some sort of a pee malfunction. ALWAYS. I don’t handle streaming pee in my face with calmness and grace, I’ll just say that right now.
On the other hand, I’ve held baby boys and they are the most cuddly, squishy little things. They are so, so sweet and man, do they LOVE their mamas. That’s definitely something I envy. Madeline loves me, sure… but she’s a Daddy’s girl all the way.
Five of my friends are currently pregnant with boys. FIVE. It’s an epidemic… and with another ultrasound right around the corner, it’s possible I could find out early like my friends did. I am getting sort of anxious to know whether or not I’m going to be a part of the bugs-mud-pee-stream-in-face club or remain in the pink-dramatic-sparkly-fit-throwing club.
Either way, I’ll be thrilled. But if it’s a boy, I’m going to need some major help.