Honest Thoughts

I started calling the baby "Miss Priss" about a month into the pregnancy and began to collect a myriad of sweet girl craft and sewing tutorials; I was convinced our baby was a girl. I even purchased a dress and pajamas for our girl. I had convinced a friend the baby was a girl, so she sent me a sweet outfit for a girl. I was looking forward to making dresses, having tea parties, learning how to smock, and passing on many Southern traditions. At our 18 week appointment, we learned "Miss Priss" was actually Samuel. I was so excited to learn our baby looked healthy, but I had a twinge of disappointment of not having a "little miss."

Within a day or so, my disappointment was replaced with joy. My heart began to find the excitement in raising a Southern Gentleman. (He may be born in North Carolina and heading to New York, but his heart will always be from Georgia!) Oh, where to begin: March Madness, Southern Football, opening doors for and appreciating ladies, seersucker...there is so much for him to appreciate! I later began to scour the internet and Pinterest for tutorials and ideas for boy clothing and crafts. Why are there so few patterns for boys? (Along the same thought, why is the selection of boy clothing so limited?) Eventually, I found a simple pattern for newborn pants and made a pair. I was so proud of myself: I actually made a pair of pants! Maybe, just maybe, I can handle this challenge creatively. I have sewn a few diaper burp pads and modified a pair of my jeans. I had a difficult time finding maternity trouser jeans, so I found a tute and made my own. I wear them all the time, and I love that they were "free."

Baby Pants

Burp Cloths

Another Burp Cloth

My heart is full of joy when I think about my house of boys: Kyle, Abner, and Samuel. I may be outnumbered, but I am pretty excited about this adventure. I am prepared to continue to keep my soft heart amidst a household of strong men.

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.   Psalms 139:13-16