the weird thing is, hubby never wanted a boy. i mean maybe at first but after so many girls i told him, i was sorry i couldn't give him a son. he said "i wouldn't know what to do with a boy after all these girls." plus he's the 5th generation of the same name and he hates his name, its very old fashioned and while im sure it was popular 5 generations ago its not so "popular" now. however he knew he would be pressured by family members to keep the traditions going and he did mention, "im glad we have girls, i can't name them after me."
but now that its a boy and we know its a boy, he's kinda walking around with his chest out and that cocky look about him. he even went shopping without me... he came home with blue stuff and "dad's slugger" baseball jerseys. and now he's confiding in me, "im really excited to have a boy!"
p.s. we are breaking traditions! his family is not too happy.