A boy. We’re having a boy. We’re going to have a son. A little man. Those words still feel strange to say out loud. I can’t decide if it’s because finding out the sex made the whole thing feel indescribably more real, or if it’s because for some strange reason both Benjamin and I had convinced ourselves we were having a girl.
When the doctor said, “There’s his little wee wee” (yes, that’s really what she said), neither of us reacted right away. We were kind of stunned. “We’re having a what?” “A boy.” Part of me feels sort of bad that we weren’t immediately comfortable with the idea. I mean, it was a 50/50 chance, so I’m not sure why we had always pictured ourselves with a girl. But as my older sister told me recently, “Those emotions are a fact of life”. It doesn’t mean we’re sexist or disappointed (not in the LEAST!), it’s just a paradigm shift from what we had been imagining for the past few months.
I cannot even put into words how thrilled we are to have a little boy. I barely heard the rest of the words that came out of the doctor’s mouth (although I do know our little guy has all his bits in the right places… everything checked out healthy and progressing normally). My mind was entirely preoccupied with imagining the milestones our son will have throughout his life: his first steps, his first day of preschool, his first kiss, his first love, his first car, his graduation from high school, and on and on. Although somehow it seems slightly more daunting to have a boy (not sure why — just my opinion at this moment!), Benjamin and I are ready for the challenge. We are ready to raise a sweet, loving, thoughtful boy, who will someday become a wonderful man.
So… you want to know the name? Well, you’re going to have to wait. Although we’ve decided on the name, we’ve also decided to keep it a secret until the little one is born. Why? First of all, I don’t want to hear any negative feedback while we still have the chance to change the name. We love it, and we chose it very carefully, and it’s not going to change. Secondly, there is something very special about Benjamin and I (and Schnitzel, of course!) being the only people in the world who know the name. It’s something we get to share for the next few months, and I think it allows us to create a strong bond with the little guy before he’s even here. Lastly, I hate the idea of people talking to my belly and using the name. Somehow that seems really personal and intrusive. So, Piccolini (the plural fom of “little one”, since I didn’t know if it was going to be a boy or girl), is now officially PiccolinO! But that’s as close as you’re going to get to the real name 🙂
For those who have had boys, what is your favorite thing about having a baby boy? For those who do not have kids, if/when you do decide to have kids, do you have a preference for a boy or girl?