Yesterday on my way home from work, I started thinking about Hosey maybe being a boy. I've been secretly hoping for a girl this whole time, but it suddenly popped into my head that I might rather have a boy. I think it's because I was thinking about dressing a girl, and dressing a teenage girl. I pictured us taking trips to the thrift store together and finding fun things that we take home and do DIY alterations to. I thought about uncomplicated mother/daughter time. Then I thought about reality. I thought about resentment, incredible heights of self-absorption, and bitterness.
So then my thoughts turned to a boy, and how at least the make up factor is removed. And some of the hair stuff, too. I pictured playing the park with Katie, and Justin playing touch football in between drum lessons (by the way, we are totally getting one of those mini drumsets if Hosey is a boy or girl. And we will start him or her around age 2. It's good for getting out anxiety.). I got home and talked to Justin about it, and he agreed that a boy would be just as fun as a girl.
I know that most kids seem to do as much as they can to throw a wrench in whatever their parents want for them, but I hope that we can at least raise a child that doesn't hate us too much. That would be nice. Part of that ties into making the decision about how many kids to have, but for now, I don't want more than Hosey. Maybe when Hosey's a toddler and/or potty-trained, I'll have forgotten about being pregnant, and we'll be in a larger living space, and having a second child will seem like fun. In the meantime, I think being the three musketeers (or stooges) will be really fun. Of course, Katie will be there to let Hosey pull her ears and tail, and that's basically what a sibling is good for. No offense Kendree, but for the first few months, it's true.