Sometimes it just hits me that I know nothing about being a boy. Yes I have a brother and my dad was the other man in my life growing up and I know about boys but being a boy? Oh boy! The hubby and I talked a bit about toys at lunch yesterday, and of course, he just delighted in naming all the things a boy could possibly like. It’s almost like being excluded from a club. I’m sure my son will appreciate his mom up to a certain age but then he’ll want to be around his daddy. That stands to reason because his daddy will be his role model.
My mom was a bit funny when it came to telling her that she was having a grandson. She congratulated us but expressed that she thought having a boy was going to be a lot harder than having a girl. Why? Well her experience between my brother and I. She said to me that I was a very easy going baby from the day they brought me home and that I slept through the night. Let me preface by saying that both my brother and I are adopted and under different circumstances. When they brought my brother home, he wasn’t a baby anymore but at an age where change is a little hard (around 3 or so I think). I have heard stories of my brother’s bedwetting days and of his stubborness. I, on the other hand, was around three and a half months old when they brought me home. According to most baby books, by that age babies normally will sleep through the night. There was a bit of laughter when I told my mom that. It’s nice sharing this pregnancy with my mom because she was never pregnant and hearing her learn just like I do every step of the way is rather nice. I don’t have to listen to her comparing what she went through with what I am going through. I know one thing for sure, when the baby is born she’ll be there to give me advice whether I want it or not. That’s okay because I’ll need all the advice I can handle.