Sorry for the suspense folks… I just did my first two back to back 12.5 hour shifts in my Med-Surg rotation so I literally hadn’t seen the light of day from Wednesday until this morning.
The contents of this belly (which I’m really enjoying taking pictures of now that it’s affecting my downward view)…
Are 100% boy. We all knew it, right? His name (or at least what we think his name will be) is a secret until we decide it isn’t, but for now he’s Hatch. Hatch like the New Mexico chilies. Because there’s nothing like calling your kid a name that has to do with his place of conception to embarrass him later on in life.
I have to admit that I’m a little freaked out by being a mama to a boy. Growing up with two sisters, I always had it in my head that I’d have girls. Boys (in my limited experience with them) grow up and never call their moms ever again. Is it possible to raise a son who is somewhere between total mama’s boy and my dad/husband/every adult male I can think of?
I’ve already had some reassurance from friends who have sons, but if anyone wants to throw out any other success stories (or husbands who speak to their mom’s as adults), I’d love to hear them.