Two days after discovering we were having a boy, I was still trying to digest just what that meant. After all, I realized that when I dreamed of motherhood I had always pictured a girl since that's what I related to. A boy?
Visions of my brother Alex (please don't kill me for sharing this story) came into my mind. When Alex was just about 3 years old, he woke up one morning and wandered sleepily into the bathroom. I was sitting on the counter, and my mom was drying off Jeffrey (1 yr old) from his bath. Alex, decked out in a camouflage tee and superman undies, was oblivious to it all. He sat down on the toilet, yawned, and promptly created a urine rainbow directly onto Jeffrey's head!
So, as I pondered this story, still giggling in my mind, I walked past the onesies at Target and saw an adorable blue one that said "Automatic Sprinkler." I laughed out loud, and immediately purchased the onesie. It is the only piece of baby stuff I currently own, and since I didn't have a place to put it, the onesie ended up hanging from a hook on my front door! Now, whenever Jonathan and I are leaving the house, we see it and get a laugh and a hope for the joys of parenting a son. It is such a silly, simple thing, a little $2 onesie, but it has turned into my happy thought to give me perspective through these trials of pregnancy. Who knew onesie decor could be so powerful? :-)
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