I was so sure I was going to have two daughters. Long before I even had one daughter, my vision for my family was two girls. I have no idea why, it's just what got caught in my head. So, as I said before, finding out I was going to have a boy was quite a shock. It took me most of the second half of my pregnancy to adjust to the idea. I was not disappointed or upset, but I did have to adjust my personal picture of my future family.
Even after it stopped feeling weird to say "him" and "he," I still couldn't actually picture myself with a son. Part of it, I'm sure, is that all I've ever known is what it is like to have a girl, but the idea of a boy felt very foreign to me.
That is until he was born.
When I met my son, suddenly it didn't seem strange at all. It felt completely natural and even predestined. It felt unfamiliar to think about having a boy, but it felt completely familiar to have this boy. My boy. My Drummond.