Baby Cozzens is a....BOY! Shocking, I know.

Yes, we've known for a few months now, but baby Cozzens is a BOY!  I know you all are about to faint from shock and awe, but please try to contain yourselves!  The top question I get asked from every random stranger is, oh, is it at least a girl this time?  Which irrationally really makes me mad.  Like having five healthy boys is the worst thing in the world that could ever happen to someone.  The second most annoying asked question/comment I get is, well, are you (finally!) done?  Like having a big family is terrible.  I could go on and on....

Anyways, I wasn't in any way expecting or anticipating a girl.  This pregnancy was a surprise, and I feel like I already mourned not ever having a girl with the twins.  So this time around, I just knew from the beginning it was a boy, and honestly it was a little bit of a relief.  I already know all about boys, and already have everything I need for a boy.  I am an expert on all things farm/construction equipment and am a master Legos builder.  Just don't ask me to do pigtails or put on tights.  I might break into cold sweats.  

My new favorite maternity shirt from my good friend Mary.  Hilarious!  I hope that I don't have to save it for another baby :)  

On a side note, the other day we'd had a long day out at the property where we're building our house.  The boys were COVERED head to toe in mud.  The babies were just in their shirts and diapers because they were too wet and the big boys were just plain filthy.  We were on our way home and decided to just pop into a fast food restaurant to eat a late dinner.  Ethan and I were joking about how ghetto we looked with all our scraggly kids and they we both looked down and I was wearing this shirt! Maybe you had to be there, but I wish we had a picture of us in all our glory.  I'm sure everyone at the restaurant was thinking, Thank GOD, it's that lady's last kid!

The money shot....

Everything looked healthy and he was perfect.  Seriously, who could complain about that?  I joked with my mom that I could handle another wiener in my house, but I couldn't handle bad news.  So, we're praying like crazy that he does indeed end up healthy and I have an uneventful rest of the pregnancy.  Now, to think of a name for this kid....