We’re on a shopping spree, me and my boy. Boy’s outfits are as trendy as girls these days.
We were excited when the second trimester scan showed you were male. We already have two adorable girls.
“That’s my man,” your Dad cried tears of joy when you gave us a frontal view of your macho tackle.
“Your usual frappe latte. How’s the little fellow?” The barista smiled down at you.
I smiled back, then doubled over with a gut-wrenching cramp.
Your scan is in a frame, in my bedside drawer. The only photo I’ll ever have of my boy.
We were excited when the second trimester scan showed you were male. We already have two adorable girls.
“That’s my man,” your Dad cried tears of joy when you gave us a frontal view of your macho tackle.
“Your usual frappe latte. How’s the little fellow?” The barista smiled down at you.
I smiled back, then doubled over with a gut-wrenching cramp.
Your scan is in a frame, in my bedside drawer. The only photo I’ll ever have of my boy.
