Before Nick was born, just about everybody I met assumed I was desperately hoping for a little girl. I wasn't. Don't get me wrong, a baby girl would have been wonderful. But honestly, I really wanted another boy.
When Nick was born, I was the first to see that my baby was, indeed, a boy. The poor doctor never got to announce the exciting news, because I was already yelling, "It's a boy! It's a boy!" I was just a little bit excited.
And now, as I go about my days with not one, not two, but three boys, I meet plenty of people who ask me if I'm going to try again for "my girl."
Now you tell me, if you got to spend your time with a bunch of men as handsome and sweet as the men I spend my time with, would you be trying for a girl? I didn't think so.
Of course, if I ever get to have a girl I'll be thrilled, and I'm sure she will be spoiled rotten by her daddy and brothers. But, if I were to have 25 more boys like these ones, I'd count myself one lucky mama.