Before I had a baby and thought about having babies I imagined myself having a little girl. My brain is so hard-wired with pictures of my own childhood with my sister that having a girl was just natural and it all went according to plan when th first time around they told me Its a girl.
I am not lacking in modesty so having a mini-me walking around was thrilling. I couldn’t wait – like all mothers of girls – to dress her up: big bows, puffy skirts, tutus galore, shiny dresses, and fancy shoes that sparkle.
Six weeks ago, we were at our OB-GYN’s office for our monthly appointment. She has an ultrasound machine but has repeated to us that the quality is not as high resolution as at the specialist’s office. She really couldn’t see any “parts” – girl or boy – and I was still not even 18 weeks but if she had to guess, she said, she would guess a girl. Another girl.
I had mixed feelings. I love little girls. But a part of me wanted to experience also having a boy. If I was shopping for clothes, I’d handle this scenario by just getting both items, but alas, this isn’t a trip to Target.
Once again we were talking about girl names. The ones that almost won out to Rafaella the first time around were ones like Cecilia, Valentina, Benicia (because Benny is the cutest girl nickname). So when we walked into the second child ultrasound appointment, expecting the expected, and got the news that we were having a boy, I sat straight up. Whaaaaaat?!
And since I’m pregnant and emotional I get to again be confused. I wanted a little boy but now I also wanted another girl too. I mourned the loss of the second little girl I never had and how big Rafa was getting and all the adorable girl clothes that I’d have to bury.
It took a few days for both Husband and I to fully comprehend that we were having a boy. What do I even do with a boy? This was the first time I realized that I never imagined myself having one. I’m so girly; throw girly tantrums and girly fits and like girly clothes and girly roll my eyes and girly swish my dramatic neck, that a boy never crossed my mind.
And then, came the dread… my least favorite part of boys: the clothes.
In politically incorrect terms, boy clothes suck. I mean they’re ok but in comparison to girl clothes? Whene I go shopping with Husband, I find myself in the girl section like a person who sleepwalks and wakes up in the kitchen eating brownies, not sure how they got there. Inevitably, Husband yells at me. Why is it that when we go shopping for you, I’m around but when we go shopping for you, you wander off. He’s right, but honestly, Husband, t’s not my fault. How many khaki pants, striped polos, and brown belts can one look at?
And baby boy clothes might be worse. The few cute things I have found are for cold weather – and what am I going to do with that in the Caribbean – or they say All Star or Daddy’s MVP.
So now, I have started my journey to the Boyside. I look through Pinterest daily for boy clothes, checking out every store and steal and deal that I can for boy outfits that don’t say anything about being a sports super star.
If Rafaella has a headband bow collection, Baby Boy will have a bow tie collection. If Rafaella has pink converse sneakers, Baby Boy will have some fly ass Vans like daddy. Rafaella has tutus. Baby Boy will have… ummmm, I don’t know how to battle the adorable tutu but I’ll get back to you on that one.
The search is on…
Here’s some fun things I’ve found so far:
Any recommendations from moms of boyband of stores to check out?
- Brooklyn owl onesie 2. The Boss onesie 3. vest and bow tie 4. sweater vest and bow tie onesie 5. Vans sneakers