Welcome to the land of three boys...Yes, I have three myself. Aged 6, 2 and 1. And oh boy do these boys keep things busy and interesting around here. And "busy" and "interesting" doesn't quite do it justice, at all! But I'm sure you already know since you have 2. There's something about boys and their busy bodies. Life with 2 was sweet and good and charming, at times, in between the messes. With a third thrown in it's just laughable, and infuriating, and the sweetness is still found amongst the madness and chaos. I wish you well. Well, well, well.

When I saw that "extra appendage" at the ultrasound with my third, I will admit that I teared up. And then, while sitting in my car after the appt I cried. Big, deep sobs and big, full tears. I would love, love, love a daughter but I love, love, love my boys. And I'm just not sure I could go for 4. I feel in my gut I'd see another penis on that little screen and tell myself that at least I already had enough baby boy clothes.

There's something about having three that makes this madness, and completes everything at the same time. Good luck!
