We have confirmation. Now I know for sure I can be a mommy to a little boy!
There is something that I didn't tell anyone except for hubs when we found out we were having a boy. You see, I've always considered myself quit athletic. I've played almost every sport while growing up. More importantly, when it comes to looking into the future, I know I can be out in the back yard with Little B and Dad playing sports with the best of them. I can throw and catch the football. I can play a decent round of golf (at least for 9 holes until I get bored). I can play basketball and even shoot a lay-up (at least with my right hand). I can kick a soccer ball (even though that is my least favorite sport). I can bump, set and spike a volleyball. I can ice skate if he wants to get into hockey. I will even most likely be the one to teach Bradley how to swim and ride a bike.
However there was something huge hanging over my head and holding me back from feeling like I can really be an all-star boy's mom. It was the BASEBALL. You see, I've played softball for many years and even to this day when hubs and I go out back to play a little pitch and catch we always use the softball because that's what I'm more comfortable with. So when I found out we were having a boy that was one of the first things I told hubs, "I need to practice throwing the baseball!"
Well I am proud to report that after a 15min throw and catch session with hubs and the baseball, I'm officially ready to be a boy mom. Let's do this!