I am currently reading a book entitled How to Choose the Sex of Your Baby. I have already gotten many weird looks when I carry this out in public, so I have come to realize that this is a somewhat controversial topic. This book is based on using the Shettles method and, according to research, has been in practice for over fifty years.
Why is it so hard to fathom that someone would want to choose the sex of their baby if they could? I have two beautiful, wonderful girls that I would not trade for a slew of boys. I love them to death, but as my husband and I get closer to talking about having another child I have to admit that, yes, my heart yearns for a boy.
What more could I possibly get from another girl? The two that I have, combined, form the most perfect daughter in the world. I truly believe that. My oldest is funny, and adventurous and imaginative…my youngest is sweet, caring and shy. I could go on and on.
However, if we are going to try for another, I have to say that I would prefer to do without pink and princess and sparkly and pretty. You know? I want to add something different to the mix. I really feel that a son will complete our family.
Will I be a little disappointed if we conceive a girl? Yes. Will I get over it and welcome her with open arms into the fold? Absolutely, without a doubt. So, I ask again, what is wrong with hoping?
It just seems to me that whenever I mention this to someone, this dream of having a son that the either look at me like I am strange or offer some rebuke about how I should count the blessings I already have. As I mentioned, I realize I am extremely fortunate, but again, that doesn’t stop me from hoping. I believe that God will ultimately decide (and already has) what I will have, but I can at least try to make His job easier!<