The main question I get asked while I’m out and about with my girls is “When are you due?” quickly followed by, “Do you know what you’re having?” As soon as I say boy, there is always a sense of relief from people. Like God forbid I have three kids the same gender. I seriously would have loved to have three girls just as much. My husband and I both felt that way before we found out the sex of this baby. I get giddy just thinking about having another little girl (or boy), which scares me and makes me think maybe I’m not done having kids. (Jesus take the wheel)
My husband, like me, never once had a preference any time I’ve been pregnant. Healthy babies and we are ecstatic. Just simply creating little people with that man is the most amazing thing I’ve ever done in my life. He’s never once said, “I really want my boy.”, etc. which is great since we really can’t control that anyway. No pressure on me. Thanks, hubs. Love you.
(These picture frames were some of the first things that were added to the nursery. After we decided on his name, I randomly stayed up one night and made them on the computer. The next day, I went to Hobby Lobby and got the frames.)
So anyway, here we are, having a BOY after 2 girls. Eeeeek!! Our sweet Connor Ryan. I’m extremely nervous and even more excited. We are thrilled for this new adventure and can’t wait to see what our girls think about him. So many people have said that they prefer two girls then a boy as their third. I’ll be honest, I never thought about that kind of stuff and still don’t. I was never the type to have my baby names picked out before I got pregnant, either. But I will say I think it’s pretty cool that my girls are so close in age and will always have that sister bond (unless they’re teenagers) and can always rely on each other. The older Juliette (our 18 month old) gets, the more they are really sticking together. Ayva (our 3 year old) actually started crying at the pediatrician yesterday because she thought the nurse was hurting Juliette when they were measuring her. At one point during the appointment, Juliette was getting pretty upset and Ayva put her book down, walked over to Juliette and started rubbing her back, telling her, “It’s going to be okay, J.” My heart!
(I found this pillowcase on wish for like $3 and that blanket throw for $5 at ‘Five & Below’. This is the same glider chair we used with our first. I don’t ever want to get rid of this chair. So many memories of sleepless nights holding my babies while they slept on me.)
It’s going to be so bittersweet to watch Juliette transition into being a big sister. She is literally the sweetest little soul.. until she runs out of food on her plate. Connor is a lucky little man to have these girls looking out for him. For some reason, I don’t have any anxiety about going from 2 to 3 kids. There was so much going on in my head when I had my first and second. So many worries. I guess I found out that it always works out. My kids are happy and loved. I found out after having my second, that my heart just continues to grow. It’s an unlimited amount of space that a mother has for her babies. If only we lived in a 10 bedroom house and could hire a nanny to help — I’d have like 10 more kids. No question. I doubt my body, or husband, would allow that. Maybe the nanny could greet him at the door with a smile and hot dinner every night instead of grumpy me in the clothes I had on yesterday and crying kids hanging off my legs. I bet my husband would be on board then.
(We’ve used this same crib for all three kids, too. We’re also using the same infant car seat for all of them since it doesn’t expire until next year. No fancy bedding for this little nugget. I had gotten the whole bedding set with my first and literally didn’t use it.
Quilt. Bumper. It’s not recommended to have anything in the crib with baby anyway and I love the simple look of just a fitted sheet. Bare necessities at this point. I still want to make some kind of mobile before he transitions to the crib. Any ideas??)
I talk about him a lot — my husband. He’s my rock. He teaches me so much and continues to push me to be a better person. He’s so patient. This part of our lives is pure chaos most days and he just embraces it. He knows it’s temporary and lets so many things go. Gah, I wish I could be more like him in that way. How did I get on a rant about him?! This is supposed to be about the baby. What a lucky little boy to have such an amazing role model. Every girl deserves a father like him and every woman deserves a husband like him. I swear I’m not sucking up or something, haha! Just all in my pregnancy feels, I guess. I don’t know what I did to deserve these people, but not a day goes by that I don’t stop and think about how thankful I am for them. Even if that life reflection only lasts 3 seconds before it’s back to the madness.
(My husband rolled his eyes so hard when he saw that I had a wall macrame for Connor’s room. I’m having to slowly adjust to the boy world and it’s going to take me a while. For now, the macrame stays.. at least while Connor is a baby. It was another ‘Five & Below’ find. I was too excited because they are like $50 on Etsy. I watched some YouTube videos on how to make my own and ever since, talked myself out of it for now. It looks super complicated.)
About 8 weeks until we meet Connor Ryan! The countdown is on!