It's a Boy!

So not that that is any big surprise to any of you, seeing as how our little guy will be here sometime next month. I am FINALLY getting around to writing my thoughts about having our baby boy Mitt. Oh, and here is a pic of me pregnant. We were in Bear Lake with my sis and their friends; I will write about that later. I have just been getting razzed about not having any pregnant pics of me on this yet. So there I am in all my pregnant glory. I am 32 weeks. (Side note, Mariah came at 35 weeks. Yikes!)

Okay I will admit it. I am one of those moms who feels like having a girl is equivalent to hitting the jack pot. So when we found out it was a boy, I was excited, but still felt like I was lying just a little when I told people I was glad to be having a boy. Although it took us SO long to get this one to come join our crazy family, I still had to focus on the fact that a boy, if nothing else, would take the pressure off number 3, since I may be well into my 40's by the time that happens...You see, Ben's side of the family is FULL of little girls. It is so fun watching them grow together and play together that I just didn't see how Mitt would fit in. But, to my delight, Em and Troy had baby Mason and Katie and BJ had baby Drew in February, so their boys (who I ADORE) will be good little buddies for Mitt.
Lately I have been more thrilled than ever at the prospect of having a boy. In fact, thanks to Mariah, I would actually be VERY worried if this one too was a hormonal, opinionated, emotional, dramatic, etc. girlie like M, who in spite of these fitting adjectives I still ABSOLUTELY CHERISH. For example, it just wears on me how EVERY time I bring out clothes for her to put on, she says, "Oooooo, I don't like that! That is NOT cute!" Even if it IS pink and sparkly and fits whatever previous specifications she gave to me for what is to be considered acceptable attire for this 13, I mean 3 year old. You might ask, "Why don't you let her pick out her own clothes and avoid the battle?" Well, my friend, I try that daily. Here is how the conversation goes, "Mariah, why don't you pick out your outfit today?" "No Mom, why don't you choose?" "Okay, do you want to wear a skirt or pants or dress?" "Just whatever. It's your choice." So I go back to her closet full of clothes I ONLY buy with her approval, come out with an adorable outfit, and get the answer I previously quoted. (See, sentence starting with, "Ooooo, I don't like that!") Ugh!
Plus all the times she thinks the end of the world is knocking on our door. Like if I tell her she can't have or do something, she without fail replies, "But now I will NEVER be able to do it again!" And when I tell her how much I love her, at least a ZILLION times a day, she replies, "No you don't, you said you don't like me!" (Which, inspite of it all, couldn't be more UNTRUE.) Also, one of her favorite things to tell me is, "Mom, I am SO mad at you!" Or any little girl, including her favorite cousin Annie, "You are not my friend anymore!" Honestly girl, where do you get this from?!
Needless to say, Mariah Girl is my world. I think she is the "best kid ever", and I would NEVER EVER EVER want her to change her hilarious, confident, stubborn, cute personality. (A little refining wouldn't hurt though!) But I am more and more thankful every day to be having a baby BOY whose main concerns will probably be about what toys he can play with and how messy he can get and will likely NEVER involve who will or will not think he looks cute in an outfit...