This whole time, I just had this feeling. I knew it was going to be a boy. I’ve gravitated toward everything boy from the beginning. Boy names have come to me easier. Ideas for a boy’s nursery run rampant through my brain. I’ve even ignored all the cute girly clothes in the store and instead went gaga over little boy overalls.
There was no way this baby was going to be a girl.
Of course, I would have been happy with a little princess to dress up. But a boy just feels…right.
Although, I am ruining quite an impressive streak of girls-first in the family. I think we’ll manage to get over that somehow.