I often refer to our house as the "Testosterone Dome." With a husband that is an avid sports fan and three boys to follow, I used to pray for a baby girl to have an ounce of pink, fluffy, happiness fill our home. Even now as I write, the Carolina/Duke basketball game is piercing through our house with one grown man and three boys wildly jumping up and down in unison. I remember being pregnant with our fourth and final baby, all but knowing it would be another boy. My husband told me early on that his family "couldn't have girls." He said that it had been almost 60 years since a girl had been born in his family. I didn't really think too much of this until we had our third son in a row. I quickly became a believer. For whatever reason, maybe they didn't carry an X - chromosome, it seemed impossible to have a girl. When the day came for the delivery, I prayed for that one final glimmer of hope. I'll never forget when they pulled the baby out, held it up and said, "It's a GIRL!" It was the ugliest cry I have ever had in my life. The nurses actually thought something was wrong with me. I couldn't control myself. Since that day, that little pink bundle of joy has learned to hold her own in a house full of boys. Carolina/Duke basketball games and all.
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Adam and Bea live in North Carolina with their three boys and a girl, Christian 13, Ethan 12, Preston 9 and Lauren Elizabeth 8 years old.