Monday, June 25, 2007

On Having 3 Boyz

Written by Sarah In the Trenches of Mommyhood.

Hubby and I met with a fertility specialist in order to conceive our first child. Ok, that sentence sounds kind of weird and kinky. Let me rephrase: I was prescribed the fertility drug Clomid to aid Hubby and me in the conception of our firstborn. We chose to not find out the sex of our baby. It was like holding a festively wrapped Christmas present that you aren't allowed to open. Yet, all myths, old wives tails and Chinese calendars indicated GIRL. Lydia was to be her name.

So, needless to say, it was definitely shocking when, after hearing that first newborn cry and sobbing with relief, Hubby shouted over the c-section drape to ask, "What is it?!" and the response was "A boy!" Huh? What did you say?

2 joyful years pass with our son. Another appointment with the fertility specialist for more Clomid. Another pregnancy. Another opportunity to hold the Christmas gift and not open it. A totally different pregnancy this time around, so this one has to be a girl, right?? Lydia was to be her name.

So, needless to say, it was definitely shocking when, after hearing that first newborn cry of our second child and sobbing with relief, Hubby proceeded to peek over the c-section drape to announce to the entire operating room, "It's a boy and he has HUGE balls!", proceeding to crack everyone up. Except me. Pure shock and disbelief. What did you say? Another boy? How could it be?

A mere 3 months pass. A wedding. An overnight away from our two little boyz. Certainly no Clomid involved. Just lots of alcohol.

6 more weeks pass. A pregnancy test. I call Hubby crying.

We're incredulous. This one HAS to be my long-awaited daughter. Lydia was to be her name. This time, we furiously unwrap that Christmas present without hesitation. I'll just let the picture speak for itself:

Ummm, excuse me Miss Ultrasound Technician, but what the hell did you say? Apparently, if I want another female to join me In the Trenches, I'm just going to have to get a dog and name her Lydia!


In The Trenches of Mommyhood. I had a mind once. Now I have small children.

11 comments:

Queen Heather said...

Great post Sarah!

I decided female cats were the way to go to get more woman-ness in my home.

slouching mom said...

Heh.

Boy do I know this.

Her name was to be Julia.
Her name was to be Julia.

Sigh.

Jennifer Playgroupie said...

I'll share Shel with you if you want. She doesn't cry THAT much. You can even call her Lydia if you want! I don't care much for her blog name anyway.

Great post!

Surviving Motherhood said...

Great post. thankfully we got a girl the first time round and I know that Husband is praying the next one is a boy.

melody is Slurping Life said...

I identify. Only we had one son by birth and then could have no more. We went into adoption to adopt our daughter...but first we adopted a baby boy. Second...we adopted a bayb boy. Third...we adopted a baby boy. :) And there was no alocohol involved!!

I now have a daugther dog named Ursula.

Evelyn said...

I love this! It's a what? Too funny! But... what DID you name the little guys? Lloyd? Larry? Leonard? Lyle? Oh my!

Desert Songbird said...

I have one child of each gender, and my husband insisted on unwrapping the gift early on the first one. Imagine his surprise when he learned it was girl as he was so sure that the umbilical cord in the ultrasound was a penis.

My daughter is a joy and a wonder, and frustrating as all get out because she's hitting puberty soon. BUT, since I'm a girl and grew up with all sisters, I think I can handle it.

What to do with the boy child when he outgrows this adorable, affectionate, loving age? What do I do when he hits, say TEN in two years and he'll want nothing to do with me? Huh? Can anyone answer me that?

I feel your pain, and wish for you the gift of sanity as your three lovely ones grow up.

CakeHead said...

Love it! Hahahaha! I have two girl kitties, I can't dress 'em up all frilly like, but it's all good. I love my boy :) Just keep telling yourself that they won't be hormonal teenagers. At least not like girls are. They'll just get into lot's of trouble and jump off of things and....oh wait, I better stop there, it's best not to think that far ahead.

Mama Zen said...

My cousin learned the sex of her baby via ultrasound, then excitedly prepared for a girl. In the delivery room, surprise! Mother-in-law had to run out to buy an outfit for the poor little guy to go home in!

nutmeg said...

Same experience, different sex. After unwrapping three girls, I knew the fourth would be a girl too. Surprise! Big balls! I say try one more time!

Kila said...

Three boys here too! We were all so sure that #3 was a girl, but nope, another boy.

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