Not that kind of sex, you perverts. Gender sex. I'm told "sex" is the properly used word in this case, as gender does not always match one's biological parts, and right now this fetus does not have a gender identity. Anyway.
It's 3 weeks til I find out the flavor of this alien in my belleh. I think it's a boy. I dreamed it was a boy, and I've had this feeling it's a boy.
But I'm not gonna lie. I want it to be a girl.
I've decided this is because there weren't boys in my house. Just my sister and I, we didn't have brothers, boys were foreign. Especially considering for some period it was just my mom, my sister, and me-- no boys allowed. Add to that my parents' nine grandchildren (my step-brothers have four kids each) and only one of the nine is male-- does that mean they're due for grandson, or does it mean we make girls in this family? Whatever it means, it never crossed my mind that I might one day be mother to a boy.
My friends tell me boys are easier. I have one friend with two of each, ranging in age from 18 to 5. She swears boys are, by far, easier- less drama, less mystery.
I say, boys get dirty and break things and bring frogs in the house.
One of my friends swears that little boys love their mothers, and are sweet and loving.
I say, boys are loud and boisterous and like to blow things up and then become teenagers and leave you to go hang out at some girl's house.
Of course, I will get what I get, and it's not like I'll cry (I don't think). I will be happy with whatever baby I am lucky enough to have, especially if s/he is healthy and happy.
But I never imagined a baby boy in all those imaginary pink dresses.
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I wasn't bothered about what gender we had but the husband desperately wanted a boy. Everyone around us is having boys. Our daughter has seven cousins and only one is a girl.
But now that she is here we can't imagine it any other way.
You will feel the same.
I stood in Gymboree and bawled my head off two hours after I found out I was having the first boy. I did not want anything remotely blue. I wanted pink and tutus dammit. I wanted a girl because I had a sister and girl cousins and didn't know what to do with a boy. I still don't really know what to do with a boy, but the minute that baby came out I adored him, still do although I would love to deal less with the attitude.
Second boy was easier to take and Adam does love me so much. Even at eight and in second grade which is officially big kid status, he will run down the hall when he sees me and give me a big hug and kiss in front of all his friends. Elizabeth is all too cool for that now.
Having a boy keeps you from blowing your paycheck at Gymboree. I seriously have a Gymboree problem. Do. Not. Go. In. Don't even start that no matter what gender you have.
I grew up in a house with all females (except for my father, of course). I did not know about boys, didn't deal with them, didn't like them. The only ones I knew growing up were the punks who teased and bullied me.
Then I met my friend Tom when I was 5. We're still friends to this day.
Of course, now as a mother, I have a girl and a boy. The girl is my "good" child - obedient, rule-following, hard-working, studious. She is a joy and a treasure.
My boy is sweet, affectionate, compassionate, funny, very bright, and a thron in my side because he hates school.
I wouldn't trade either of them for the world. And for the record, my daughter HATES drama. She extricates her from anything involving drama with her friends at school. :)
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