If you read my short, lazy post a few days ago, you likely gathered that we have two boys and one little girl headed our way. I know I said we didn't care what the babies were as long as they were healthy, but c'mon, we all know I was totally scared we were going to have three boys, or (scarier still), three girls. People just say they don't care because you sound kind of ungrateful when you let everyone know that being lucky enough to have three healthy babies isn't enough, you also want a particular mix of boys and girls. Its not that we weren`t grateful, we`re just elated that everything worked out the way it did.
The best part of having a mix is Pookie and I don't have to go through the fertility treatment crap again. We both wanted at least one boy and one girl, so finding out we have at least one of each on the way is a total relief. I really don't know if we would have had the stomach to go through it all again, it is absolutely no fun. Well, some parts are fun, but this is a family blog.
The second best thing about boys and a girl is that the shopping hurricane can officially strengthen to a category 5. I am not a shopper, at all. If I went nuts and decided to go postal, I wouldn't march into work with an assault rifle or charge the cockpit of a plane with a plastic butter knife, but close. What I would do is go to Costco, get one of those massive jars of mayo and smash anyone over the head that leaves their cart in the main aisle so they can mooch some free food sample or grab a pair of one-size-fits-nobody cargo pants. How anyone could look forward to heading into that unholy pit of misery on their Saturday is beyond me.
Pookie picks up the slack in this area admirably. She has been handcuffed by not knowing the sexes of the kids, but she hit the malls cash in hand and Tammy in tow this weekend. You want to see something cute, come on over and look at a pair of sweat pants made for someone 13 inches tall. Funny stuff.
The rest of the preparations are coming along, the cribs have yet to be assembled¸ but the car is great, the diapers are piling up, and the clothes buying has begun. Give us a month and this place is going to look like Chuckie God Damn Cheese.
A couple new ultrasounds are below, our little people already weigh over half a pound each! Babies A and C are the boys. I am not positive, but baby C seems to be shaking his fist at us. He might be a redhead.
We are headed down to South Pinch for Thanksgiving, give me a ring ding ding if you want to grab a beer. The window is closing people, get your Jeff and Brandi time in while you can!
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