My two boys are the light of my life. I love them more than I've loved anything in my entire life. I would literally set myself on fire before I do anything to hurt either of them. BUT...they're boys. They love to wrestle, punch, roll around in the dirt, smash anything/everything to bits and do it while constantly running. They are unable to speak without screaming and will only play with things that have wheels. I just cannot relate to them on a molecular level as I do not like to be hit, hate getting dirty, like my eardrums the way they are and have never played with cars/trains/planes in my entire life. They are my mystery, wrapped up in a conundrum, surrounded by an enigma. BOYS.
I've always wanted a little girl. I loooove the frilly little pink dresses with the darling little foofy underpants and sweet little shoes! I've dreamed of playing Barbies and dress-up and having little tea parties with a gorgeous little version of me (a Mini-me, as it were). Girls are soft, quiet, sweet and smell good. They love to cuddle, and giggle and give kisses like they were candy. And every little girl seems to know instinctively how to bend their hapless fathers around their pudgy little pinkies from Day 1. I love little girls!
My boys are energetic, and these days its all I can do to keep up with them. I cannot even IMAGINE having another baby right now. I don't think we can even afford another one right now! But I seem to be surrounded by little girls. My BFF Liz has 3 gorgeous girls. My brother has 2 gorgeous girls. My friend in Spain, Vicki, just gave birth to a DELICIOUS baby girl. My brother-in-law has 2 fabulous girls. Everywhere I look I see ruffles and lace. And everytime I see a sweet little girl smile at me . . . something very strange happens...
My uterus twitches.
I swear to God I'm not kidding you, its like my womb tries to lunge for the baby girl to grab and run! It must be a physiological response that has an evolutionary basis to perpetuate the human species but it really is disconcerting. And that's not all, Ladies and Gentlemen! My ovaries start to do a little dance (I think its the Macarena) and don't even ask about what the rest of my reproductive organs are doing (suffice to say they are having a party)! My head says "NO NO NO" but my baby-bits are saying "PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE". Its like the universe is trying to mess with me by constantly throwing all these wonderful baby girls at me, drowning me in estrogen and longing day in and day out. And people wonder why I'm bitter.
I am not giving in, so stop asking when I'm gonna try for the little girl. Its just not going to happen. I try to make myself feel better by remembering that these beautiful, sweet baby girls go through puberty to become snotty little bitches who dress like tramps and hate their mothers. Today's girls hide razors in their hair and get pregnant and go on reality tv shows. I am grateful I have boys. Viva los ninos!
But I can dream a little . . . can't I?
ou had me until the last paragraph. I'm going to forget I read that last part because the rest of it is so true...but honestly...I feel the same way about boys...my uterus quivers for a boy. I DID grow up playing with trains, cars, dirt, bugs and running everywhere! I'd never had a tea party, pretended to be a princess, wore frilly anything or like the colour pink. It's funny how fate works its magic...
ReplyDeleteI'm not so sure its fate...I think its more like Somebody Up There has a very twisted sense of humor. :D
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