So just this past week we found out the gender to our little gummie bear, and spoil alert, if you haven’t already read that title in giant font, it’s a boy. Alex is absolutely thrilled; I’m trying to warm myself up to it (sorry Baby Boy). I really wanted #2 to be a girl so that Novalee would have that close sister to bond with for the rest of her life. The one she goes to when she has juicy secrets to share, and doesn’t feel comfortable telling us as her parents. You know, that stuff she wants to confide about that we probably don’t really want to know either. Things that a brother most likely would be grossed out about as well. So now she will have a little brother to bond with in other ways. Like yelling at us from the top of the stairs about how gross the bathroom is because of him. Or how he burps and then blows in her face. Or that he never cleans up after himself or does the dishes or laundry without being asked. Or…hmm..what else do I gripe about in relations to my husband?
I’m also bummed that I don’t get to reuse all of Novalee’s super cute clothing–some of which she’s never even worn with her rapid growth. I guess I could always dress #2 up in girl clothes and give him gender orientation issues later–gotta keep parenthood fun. The bright side is, we’re most definitely done with having more kids since the agreement was to have one of each, trying up to 3 kids. The next couple years will be a doozy I’m sure, and I need to remind myself that it’ll all be worth it when they’re about 5/6. Or 15/16. Okay let’s be honest, it’ll be really great when they’re all grown and out of the house, by 18. You hear that kiddos? None of this living with your parents until you’re 30 business.
I will never understand the kids nowadays, who are staying home and unable to do anything on their own until their late 20s. Realizing how aging this phrase is, but When I was young, I moved out when I was 17. Got a full time job, went to school, AND paid all my bills. Sure, I had a ton of roommates to split the rent and utils, but hey, at least I’m not asking my mom at the age of 25 how to balance a check book or what to do when something in the house breaks. Being self-sufficient seems to be not as important this coming generation, and people are much more focused on “feelings.” How am I going to react when Novalee is 5 and she comes home saying someone made fun of her hair/clothes/name/whatever? Is it wrong to just hope I’ve raised her strong enough to tell that person to FUCK OFF? I don’t want to raise a snowflake. There are too many of those in this world and they’ve become much too self-involved to really question or address any significant issues at hand.
Wow, I’ve really gone off on a tangent here haven’t I? What would I have had to say had the gender reveal been a girl? Probably the exact damn thing but in a more upbeat tone.