But, about 13 weeks into my pregnancy, I found this leather, green chair that I fell in love with. And, even though I didn’t get it, it ended up being the inspiration for the little boy’s room I started dreaming in my head.
And, to my surprise, when we heard, “It’s a BOY!” at our 20 week sonogram, there were NO feelings of sadness. Only excitement.
As my pregnancy progressed, I got more and more excited about Quinn having a baby brother! A buddy for life. A bestman. And, I was thankful that all of those cute clothes of Quinn’s were going to get to be worn again.
Over the past few weeks, the thought of, “I’m SO glad he’s not a girl,” has popped in my head a hundred times. To watch my boys play…and be boys…melts my heart into a BIG puddle on the floor. They’ve reached a new level of basketball playin’, wrestlin’, sword fightin’ brothers! I hope and pray that they always love and admire each other as much as they do RIGHT now. Oh how I love brothers!!!