I'm a dreamer, writer and actor obsessed with classic television, lace, baking and quoting Ace Ventura (one of these things is not like the other). I like to believe that my life is just like a Disney movie with an Alan Menken soundtrack except the stepmom's not so evil. When I married my husband, David, in October of 2012, I fell madly, deeply in love with my two stepchildren, Chloe and Trey. It's incredibly hard to balance being a stepmom every other weekend with the rest of my life, but it is 100% worth it. You can find more stories about my family at my personal blog, fairytangles!
“Don’t you think that would be sweet?” I told my mom. “A big brother to look out for all of his younger siblings?”
She nodded, but reminded me that babies weren’t exactly made to order. I knew this. I wanted a little boy first, but it wasn’t going to kill me if it didn’t happen, it was just one of my many fantasies.
And then I met my husband. My sweet father-of-two husband that already had a little girl and a little boy. When I thought of adding to our family, the desire to have a boy first was long gone. All I could think was that there was already a big sister and a big brother now! I truly had no preference either way.
My stepchildren, however? Oh, they had big preferences.
Chloe has a stepsister that lives at her mom’s house, but talked for hours about how she hoped our baby was a girl. “I already have two little brothers,” she whined, referencing my stepson, Trey, and their younger brother at their mom’s house. “It’s time for another girl,” she said. The more she went on about this, the more worried I got. She so desperately wanted a baby sister that she was now putting her head right on my belly and saying “Hi baby… please be a girl, okay?”
Her brother, Trey, on the other hand, had his own desires. “I want a brother,” he said. “No more sisters.” And that was that. He didn’t go on about it like Chloe, but he made it clear he wanted a brother. I laughed. Oh sweet Trey. I knew that no matter what sex the baby was, he really wasn’t going to give it much thought.
I had no idea either way if this baby would be a boy or a girl. I didn’t care either way, and I had no “psychic” feelings on the matter. My husband, however, was 100% convinced it was a boy. In fact, he was so sure of it, that I think he would have bet money with the ultrasound tech. He wouldn’t even entertain the idea of a girl.
And all of that information is the reason I spent the day after my ultrasound consoling a crying five-year-old boy, watching a seven-year-old girl bounce around the room and checking to make sure my husband didn’t faint on the couch.
Because, despite my wishes when I was young, our family is going to be welcoming a baby GIRL in July!
Chloe was ecstatic, of course. My husband quickly got over the shock and started excitedly talking about pink things and baby ballet slippers. Trey, however, was none too pleased. In fact, he ran out of the room when he heard the news and found me in the kitchen later, his little face tear-streaked and his voice hoarse.
“I just wanted a baby brother,” he cried.
“Buddy, you already have a baby brother!” I told him.
“Yeah, but not at DIS house,” he answered.
Oh sweet Trey.
Of course, the next day he was over it, but his reaction was not one I expected. Now, he talks about how he’ll have to protect his baby sister, teach her to shoot a BB gun and make sure she stays away from his lions.
That’s a deal, buddy.
And baby girl, if you’re listening, just know how lucky you are to have such an awesome big sister and big brother already waiting for you.
Were you shocked when you found out the sex of your baby? If you had older kids, were they excited or upset?
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