“Nevermind the next one might be a girl.”
Of all the things to say to someone pregnant, I can tell you that this is not a good one. Ever.
From deciding to take the leap to try for our third child, to actually finding out we were pregnant, there has been some speculation over the sex of our baby. Probably because we have two, wonderful, little boys already. And obviously we were only having a third child to create a magical, mystical, girl.
I mean, why else would we be trying for a third child, other than to have a girl?!
It couldn’t possibly be that we hoped for a third baby to complete our little family after all.
“Oh, you’re having THREE boys?”
Something about having children of the same sex seems to bring out bumbling comments from others. Real foot in the mouth moments that have you looking bemused as you try to shield the bump from hearing such comments.
So you’ll be going for a fourth then?
Oh, three boys, maybe next time.
I bet your husband is pleased, he won’t have to be an overprotective dad
….. and how do you feel about that?
Imagine the wrestling
I can’t ever imagine having three boys
I’m sure all are said in good spirit, from a kind hearted place. But I mean, come on. Give me a break.
You’re talking about our much loved, and wanted, baby. Regardless of what sex they are – we planned, schemed and have been dreaming about this baby since before I even peed on the stick that told me he was coming.
Would I have loved a little girl?
Yes. Exactly the same as I love this little boy.
Because the thing is, with the best will in the world, we couldn’t have predicted whether this little one was going to be a girl or a boy. And funnily enough we went into conception with our eyes wide open that this could be a girl OR a boy. And we still went ahead with our attempt to get pregnant.
It just so happens this is our third baby boy.
And yes, I appreciate that gender disappointment is something which happens. But, and this is a pretty important but, it hasn’t happened here.
Please do not project, assume or say anything other than how wonderful it is that my baby is healthy, happy and kicking up a storm inside of me.
Because at the end of the day, that’s what he is, my littlest, my baby.
And he is simply perfect.