I'm 25 weeks today. But I feel pretty dang overly pregnant. I'm anxious for "M.G." to get here because I can't wait to meet her. (You'll find out what those initials stand for in 15 weeks.) But I'm also excited for the fun summer ahead. We have a camping trip planned end of June. I think some friends and possibly family are visiting in July and we'll go to Phoenix as always too.
My last summer as a mom of all boys. It's going to be so weird to introduce a little girl into this mix. I'm so used to this all boy atmosphere, I'm not sure how we're all going to adjust. But I think we'll have a blast. Bill and I are obsessed with the show Parenthood and when they have their big family get togethers with the 4 kids and their families too, we always say "That's gonna be us!"
I always wanted a girl and I feel it worked out perfectly for her to be our last. I've so enjoyed being a boy's mom for almost 10 years though. I've embraced the non stop wrestling, poop jokes and stinkiness - cars, trains, superheroes, dinosaurs.
I suspect this little one will be tough and brawly like her bros though. And possibly do it in style in a tutu. If she follows after her mom she'll learn quickly that skirts go great with cowboy boots.