Before I had two boys, I wanted a cheerleading squad of girls. After having two boys, I couldn’t imagine a life of not being a boymom. I drive the school bus for our small town school district. I also have two nieces. While I love all of these kiddos dearly …. I am pretty sure that I’d run away to Magyar if I ever saw pink in my future. But that doesn’t stop me from naming my never gonna happen daughter.
When I found out I was pregnant with my boys – before finding out the sex – Cale and I, like most couples, immediately starting picking out names. He was all: William, Cash, Henry, Hank, etc. And I was like, "Cool. But what if it’s a girl?" He refused to think of a name. He knew both times that I was cooking blue in the oven. Plus he refused to even think about raising a daughter. It was just too much. And I remember him LITERALLY having a panic attack twice. Once when I first found out I was pregnant. And again when we didn’t see a little "thingie dingie" on Christopher’s initial sonogram. Like, profusely sweating, turned beat red, then sheet white, then a weird green color kind of panic attack.
