It's true! The Bean family really will have a little boy after all! I've strongly felt this entire pregnancy that it was going to be a boy. This is a personal story, but I want to remember it. Almost a year ago I was lying down taking a nap after church one Sunday. David was right beside me taking a nap as well. I kept waking up with that feeling you have when you are waiting and waiting for someone to arrive. I kept thinking "Where is he?! Why isn't he here yet? ". The feeling would not go away and I kept looking and reminding myself that "he", David, was right beside me. Later that afternoon, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was still waiting for someone to "get here". It dawned on me that perhaps that was Heavenly Fathers way of telling me it was time for another child to join our family.

My entire life, before getting married, I always said I wanted ALL boys when I became a mother. But when the technician confirmed that the baby really is a boy, I was speechless the rest of the ultrasound. All sorts of nervous feelings started racing through my mind. I don't know anything about boys!!! And there are all sorts of "boy things" I would be perfectly happy going the rest of my life without knowing more about them. Legos, Thomas the Train, super heroes, trucks, dinosaurs, scouting, tying ties.... I could do without all of these things! Not the mention the whole "boy parts" issue.... And then someone mentioned the great feeling of sending a son on a mission! WHAT, I have to do that too!?!?! I can't do that?!!! Send my child away for two whole years to some other corner of the earth? NO WAY! Even though I did it myself, the thought of sending my child away nearly gave me a panic attack, and he's not even born yet.
I love my girls, they are challenging in their own ways. And I know that I will love my son as well. (It's still pretty weird to say "son") It know this will bring a wonderful new adventure to our family. The girls are excited to have a brother and David is beyond thrilled and stressed about it as well. I know he looks forward to all those things I said I could do without. I was pretty sure he was going to go out the next day and buy a train table, but he resisted! I've also never seen him so concerned about
my welfare, encouraging me to get rest, take my vitamins and eat well. And I guess I've got four more months to get used to the idea of not saying "the girls", but rather "the kids". Fun times are ahead!
**And for those who are wondering, the other side of those signs said - It's a Girl (we were prepared either way)