Girl Mom

If you would have told me 10 years ago that I was going to be a mom to 3 girls, I would have just laughed. Hell, I’m laughing right now. It still blows my mind that God put me in charge of a bunch of little versions of me. When I was pregnant with my second, I was hoping for a boy so when I got the news that I was having another girl I was a little disappointed at first. I really wanted to use the boy name I had been saving. But now she is 3 years old and an exact copy of me, sass and everything. So when I found out I was pregnant this last time we were really hoping for that boy because 3 girls is just a lot to handle. 

My husband and I had to give each other pep talks on the way to the ultrasound. We really wanted a boy, but we couldn’t get our hopes up and had to keep telling ourselves that as long as it’s a healthy baby, we would be happy. We kept making jokes that with our luck it was gonna be another girl. Sure enough, the technician announced it was a girl. My husband and I just sat in stunned silence for a second, and just stared at the screen in disbelief. All those pep talks couldn’t have prepared me for that moment. The technician was understandably confused when we started to laugh and we told her that we had 2 girls already and had been hoping for a boy. I called my parents and they both laughed. I definitely hold the record for the most girls in the family!

Looking at my life now, I wouldn’t want it any other way. I’m sure God knew what he was doing giving me all these girls, and I honestly wouldn’t know how to deal with a boy. I’m sure I would fine either way, but now I get to dress all 3 of them alike for holidays , play with makeup and have cute little tea parties. I also am constantly asking them why they are crying or fighting with each other. The oldest absolutely loves having a baby in the house and keeps claiming that we had another baby because she asked God for it and she wanted another one. I told her she better quit praying cause we’ve got our hands full already! People often ask if we are going to try one more time for a boy, and that answer is a big, fat NO.


First impressions of the new baby

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