Here is an outline of the conversation I have with every person who hears I am pregnant…
Them: “Oh congratulations! Do you know what you are having?”
Me: “Well, I’m fairly certain it is a human baby.”
Them: *sometimes awkward laugh* “You have two boys, right?”
Me: “Yep, they are awesome.”
Them: “Oh so you will be hoping for a girl then?!”
I swear I get asked this every single time. Look there are many things I hope for my kids.
I hope they will be happy and healthy above all else. I hope we can give them a secure, balanced and happy childhood. I hope they find their passions in life and have the courage to follow them above all else. I hope both my husband and I continue to have good, close, strong relationships with them.
I hope lots for them. But none of what I usually hope for is associated with a certain particular set of genitals.
You know what, I think when it comes to baby poo, it doesn’t hugely make a difference if you are cleaning it off little testes or out of little vaginas. It’s all poo.
So, no, I am not particularly hoping for a girl… I’m honestly not concerned either way.
They are children, not accessories… I’m not trying to collect the whole set…