Radio Today

1866 1866_ () 1866 1866 Extremely late notice from me, but today I will be on The Catholics Next Door on XM and Sirius Radio, the Catholic Channel. I’m on at 11:20 a.m. Eastern time.

I hope you can tune in! I also hope I don’t have any major contractions during the interview! Things have been hopping around here, hence the lack of posting. I was awake for several hours last night, just knew I was going to go in. Then I got up to do some laundry (at 4 a.m.) and things settled down. That’s how it works, it seems. 1866″>

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New Baby

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I asked the boys the other day if they wanted to be at the hospital when the new baby is born. They were very enthusiastic with their reply and the mere mention of time spent in the waiting room brought up happy memories for them.

Almost three years ago, when Henry came, Paul and I let the boys hang out with relatives at the hospital as everyone waited for the baby to be born. That day, as it turns out, is one of their happiest so far because it involved some kind of Spongebob cartoon marathon that the boys got to enjoy with abandon.

“Also,” said Elliott, in response to my question, “I want to be there when Dad comes out and says ‘It’s a boy.’”

The fact that we don’t know if the new baby is a boy or girl seems to have little affect – my boys are rooting for another brother, and that is what they plan to get. I’m not sure if their hopes and dreams and prayers (literally, they pray for another brother) stem from just liking things the way they are or not wanting to deal with the world of girls. Maybe they just don’t like change – and having a girl around here would sure change a lot.

So often we are asked if we know “what we’re having”. We explain that we decided not to find out, that we want to be surprised and find out the gender of the baby when he or she is born. Some people find this amazing; many find it insane.

I don’t regret this decision, but I can tell you it has been tough. According to our sonographer, close to 90 percent of people now find out their baby’s gender before birth. Baby stores seem to vouch for this fact. No longer is it enough to simply know you are having a baby; nearly every baby item is made with the baby’s gender in mind.

Friends and family members have assured me that the minute the baby is born, they will help get us what we need. The nursery waits with the few gender-neutral sheets I could find, and once baby arrives, we’ll go grab the rest of the bedding – either the girly pink or the boyish blue. My personal shoppers are standing by.

I realize this is not really a hardship at all, but when you’re in a hormonally-induced organizational frenzy you want everything just so. Having to wait to get the staples, a few new towels, a few new outfits, well that can drive someone in my state a little (more) crazy.

Countless people have told me that they hope we have a girl, and I always thank them for the well-wishes. I tell them I would love to have a daughter. And I would – having a girl around here would be an incredible delight.

One thing I’ve loved about this pregnancy is having complete strangers tell me the gender of my baby, based on how I’m carrying. I’m not sure if they’re rooting for a girl (when they see me out with the five boys) or if they can truly tell we’re having one. But it’s always fun to hear what people think based on the way my extra-large belly looks.

One day I was grocery shopping and no less than five people stopped me to say that because of how high I was carrying the baby, they were sure I was having a girl. After a while I started to think this was my guarantee, and that I should just go buy all those girl items I had been eyeing.

Then the bag boy, as he loaded my groceries into the car, told me with much certainty that I was having a boy. He could just tell. And I was back to the waiting game.

Not too much longer either way. And either way is wonderful.

One thing I have certainly learned in my journey with boy after boy (after boy) is that the minute I meet this child – whether it’s the new and wonderful adventure of a girl or the joy of another boy – we will fall madly in love with him (or her) – and that he (or she) will be the answer to all our prayers. 1865″>

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Mudville

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Life With (These) Boys

Him: I only bought three gallons of milk.

Me: That’s okay, I’m going grocery shopping tomorrow.