I fully admit for my first two pregnancy I was hoping for boys and was disappointed when the imaging revealed girl genital. However, as soon as you lock eyes on the amazing child that enters the world gender no longer seems important. She is beautiful and she is yours.
Well.... with the third pregnancy I was completely prepared for a third girl. And why not? I am a girl. I know girls. The girl "stuff" has already been accumulated. I even have the perfect names selected- Willow Bloom. Maybe even Willow Song if Bloom is too hippie. Sure having a boy would be fine so not to have an abundance of estrogen, but I don't think the husband has it in him.
The day of anatomy scanning arrives. I'm open to any verdict, but I have my suspicions. As the technician moves her wand searching for the baby's bottom I glance in time to catch the distinct feature I was not expecting. And right on que the woman announces I'm having a boy. Uh? I did not see that coming.
By no means am I disappointed. By now I'm use to girls. My only concern is acquiring boy items. What I do find surprising is the degree of excitement from family thrilled about about a boy. My husband it makes sense why having more testosterone in the house is important. I did not forsee my father being relieved to having a grandson. He has been a song bird about the news, which I find down right adorable. My dad is ready to make mischief with a boy.
Both my girls offer completely different perspectives and approach of parenting. A boy's brain will be a whole another lesson, especially since I am a sister of another sister with little exposure to boys. My hope is my daughters will offer assistance without weighing a girliness. Just like today is, I'm sure every day will be an important lesson and an interesting ride.
