Henry was suppose to be a girl. From the moment I found out I was pregnant I was certain that I was having a girl. Actually, I decided that it was biologically impossible for me have a boy. I grew up in an all female household. Jason was the first man that I ever lived with. I knew about girls but I know nothing about boys. So, naturally, I freaked out when the ultrasound technician told me that we were having a boy. I demanded she double check because I was certain that there couldn't be a penis growing in my belly. She double checked, defiantly a boy. Then when Henry entered the world did I check to see if he had all his fingers and toes? Nope. I just checked for boy parts. Because, even after multiple ultrasounds, I still thought that there might be a chance that they were wrong. No luck, Henry is all boy. But, the most amazing thing of all is, that I don't care. People told me I wouldn't care once he was born, but I kind of doubted them. They were right. I adore my little boy so much.
Actually, I love Henry more than I ever imagined I could love another human. I almost love him so much that it hurts. When he smiles, I can't describe the feeling I get. It is almost like my heart might burst. On top of his little smile he said Momma yesterday. Well, I think he did. He started saying Dadda a couple weeks ago. Jason and I had been competing to see what he would say first. Daddy won. He was a gracious winner. He never once rubbed it in my face (I would have rubbed it in his face if I had won). Then, without any prompting Henry looked up at me and said "Momma." I thought I had died and went to heaven. I don't care if you are never interested in sewing and shopping. Who cares that you are boy? You are mine. Then I had to kiss his cheeks for the 100th time that day. I think his cheeked aren't chapped from the wind, they are chapped because we kiss them excessively.
Even beyond coming to peace with my little man. I have started to get excited about all fun we can have with a little boy. My sister (hi Janine) even joked that our lives might fit better with a boy. We aren't hardcore outdoor enthusiast but we do love biking, camping and hiking. While little girls can enjoy these things, they are slightly more geared towards little boys. I can't wait to take Henry camping. To let him play in the mud. And I have no doubt that he will love mud, we can already tell that he is 100% boy. This week he pulled his legs up over his head while I was changing his diaper and passed gas. Not a cute little toot. No, a full on grown man fart. He then proceed to crack up. This is a truth I have learned, all boys laugh at fart jokes. They can't help themselves. Even Jason with his refined sense of humor can't resist cracking up when someone passes gas. Actually, he was at home when the above mentioned gas passing occurred. He came in the room and started laughing too and saying to Henry "You pooted on Mommy." They both laughed at me and I got a glimpse into the future. And you know what, I am okay with it. I love my men with all my heart.
