I have two beautiful, incredible little girls. I cannot imagine any other girl being as sweet, as adventurous, as loveable as mine. With that said, I want a boy. I always have.
Growing up, my relationship with my mother could be rocky (I guess that’s probably true for every teenager!), and as a result, I decided I’d probably do better with boys. When I was pregnant for the first time, I knew was having a girl, in a way that no one can understand unless they’ve been there themselves. It wasn’t something I could explain, though I tried. I just felt it in my bones—we needed to start thinking pink. Though I felt a bit begrudging and disappointed, I was so certain that I shrugged it off and started getting excited about having a little girl.
On the day of the ultrasound, our sweetheart didn’t want to cooperate. She kept her legs crossed, and even though the ultrasound tech said that “only girls” did this, and he had my assurances, it wasn’t good enough for my husband. He wanted to be sure before he got excited. After two hours of drinking soda and doing jumping jacks, we had our answer: sugar and spice, and everything nice.
With my second, the only thing I knew for certain was that my pregnancy was so completely different from the first that I prayed for a boy. At this point, J wanted a boy, and I got his hopes up. Though he was excited about having another Daddy’s girl, he was disappointed, too.
We plan on trying again, and we both so desperately want a son. This is solidified every time I watch him play with my friends’ sons. Besides, I want to feel that famous mother/son relationship that people keep talking about.
My question is this: why do people look at me like I’m crazy when I talk about wanting a son? Typically, they’ll respond with, “Well, you should just be grateful for whatever God gives you,” or “I just wanted my child to be healthy”. The condemnation is thick in the air when this subject comes up.
Why should I be ashamed? I have two wonderful daughters that I would not trade for a football team full of sons. Wanting a son doesn’t mean that I love them any less, or wouldn’t love a third girl, she just might end up a little gender-confused. (Joking!)
I feel like a son will complete our family, but if it’s not in the cards, I’ll get over it. In the meantime, don’t rain on my wishful parade!