The Simple Wife

On April 1st (no joke) I found out that the child I was bearing would be my first-born son. I’ve thought he was a boy ever since January when we had our second ultrasound, in spite of the fact that he was still too small to know such a minor detail as gender. His daddy had been positive thought he would be a girl, and his grandma and auntie were busy buying him dresses. Therefore, my first words after the technician softly said, “You’re going to have a little boy!” were “I was right.” (I love being right!)

Even though I’m the most girly-girl of all girls, and can’t help but gravitate towards everything pink in any store I’m in, I lay there with gel oozing and goozing all over my constantly growing tummy feeling an incredible sense of responsibility and awe. My baby will be the first boy born on my dad’s side of the family in over forty years.

I must confess that I’m still trying to figure out exactly what you do with a little boy. I knew right away that I wanted denim coveralls for him, so he could toddle out into the yard to dig in the dirt with them on. After that, my vision is a bit hazy, but I do know that his baby-childhood will be filled with cars, trucks, balls, army men, and lots and lots of dirt. And in spite of longing looks at all the lavender and pink baby bedding, I fell in love with a teddy bear and baseball set that I think I’ll use for his nursery. I am determined that this child, my little Robert Steven Reed (who is affectionately referred to as “Robbie” by everyone but his grandpa Robert), will be as 100% boy, as I am girl. It did occur to me today that I have no idea how a little boy’s hair is supposed to be fixed, cut, brushed, styled, etc., but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. The goofy grin on David’s face in the exam room, easily overcame any doubts I might have had about what one earth I’d do with a baby boy. Plus, I won’t have any competition for my tiara…it’s still firmly in place.