Wednesday, March 4, 2015

My Thoughts on Having Three Girls {!!!}

I am still on the moon about finding out we are having another little princess. It's almost still unreal at this point that A.) I am actually having another baby and B.) That it's a girl!


This pregnancy is flying by, like whoa. I thought my pregnancy with Harper was insanely fast, but this baby is putting time to shame. Although if the morning sickness ever wants to go away, that would be ok. 

So, since Harper was born we've heard everything under the rainbow about whether or not we would "try" for a boy. Then once I announced my pregnancy with baby #3, it's been all "I hope it's a boy!" Let me just say that I totally understand the excitement about wanting a boy because we have two girls, and it's just a natural reaction to have. I get it. I've done it!



My honest thoughts about having a third girl? The same as if it were a boy. We wanted a third baby, not a specific kind. We've always wanted three (or more!) children and I couldn't have cared less about what decided to come out. Am I bummed out about the thought of never having a son? Not really. To be honest, the track record of men in my family isn't exactly the gene pool I'd like to choose from when I think about my future children, but of course I would be excited if we ever get a chance to raise a son. I know Anthony would love the chance to raise a son and that of course makes me want to have one. But he also loves his girls something fierce. It's a kind of relationship I've only ever seen on television or in movies. And I get to witness it every single day. Especially with our girls. Because let's be honest, they are pretty amazing. 


My almost 60 year old father in law joked at our gender reveal that he and my mother in law have to have another baby now in order to carry on the family name (Anth is solely responsible for carrying it on) and while I thought that was seriously the most hysterical thing I've ever heard, it really got me thinking. I know carrying on a name is crazy important for a lot of men. I get it. But it doesn't make our girls any less related to our family. It almost implies that having girls is less important than having boys.


The way I see it, if you live a life worth remembering, then that should matter more than worrying about whether your future relatives will have the same last name as you. Live a life that your children, grandchildren, great grandchildren will be proud to carry on. Be kind to strangers, be motivated, be a good wife/husband/mother/child, etc. Make memories that will literally last a lifetime. My mom has some amazing stories of relatives that I love hearing about. Relatives generations older than me, but the stories just continue on. Those are the kinds of things I want to focus on, not what kind of children we have. All I know is that I want to be surrounded by as many children as we are responsibly able to have. I want a big, loving, loud, honest, crazy family. Filled with 100 girls, filled with 100 boys, doesn't matter.

Raising strong, opinionated, kind women is exactly what we need in this world if you ask me. Women who stand up for what's right, not what's easy. Having the chance to do that three times and maybe more makes me one happy mama. And having one hell of a man in the house sounds like a pretty awesome combo to me.


We are "immeasurably blessed" (did anyone get that?!) and I thank God every single day for these (almost) three blessings. But I will buy Anthony a boy dog in the very near future :)

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