Anything Like Me

I will be 21 weeks in a few days. The baby is now the size of a banana. I have no stretch marks yet but am faithfully putting on cocoa butter every day so maybe I'll get lucky.

I heard this song today by Brad Paisley called Anything Like Me and it made me think of Josh and our new little boy. Here are the lyrics:

I remember saying I don't care either way
Just as long as he or she is healthy, I'm OK (Not true...Josh wanted a boy really badly.)
And then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen
And said, "You see that thing right there? Well, you know what that means." (This was a funny story. The doctor put the ultrasound up and he was in a position where the only thing we could see was his two legs and his little weewee in the middle. Doc didn't even have to say anything. It was very obvious we were having a boy...and that he was mooning us.)

I started wondering who he was going to be
And I thought heaven help us if he's anything like me

He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike too fast
End up every summer wearing something in a cast
He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass
In a window down the street

He's gonna get in trouble, oh, he's gonna get in fights
I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep
It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback
If he's anything like me

I can see him right now, knees all skinned up
With a magnifying glass tryin to melt a Tonka truck
Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on
That'll be his first love till his first love comes along (Josh is insistent he will play some type of sport. And I already know if he's anything like Josh I am going to have a ton of fun raising him but also have my hands full.)

He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens
And heaven help him if he's anything like me

He'll probably stay out too late and drive his car too fast
Get a speeding ticket, he'll pay for mowing grass
He's gonna get caught skippin class
And be grounded for a week

He's gonna love me
And hate me along the way
The years are gonna fly by
And I already dread the day

He's gonna hug his momma, he's gonna shake my hand
He's gonna act like he can't wait to leave

But as he drives out he'll cry his eyes out
If he's anything like me
There's worst folks to be like, oh, he'll be allright
If he's anything like me