I'm honestly not sure if I need advice or just a space to vent but...
Almost five years ago I was pregnant with my first child, who as it turns out was a boy. My mother was disappointed. Seriously, seriously disappointed. I also noticed when I gleefully told people I was having a little boy, a few people were like "Oh." One coworker even had the nerve to say better luck next time (I wanted to deck them).
I was thrilled. I didn't care if I had a boy or a girl. I adore my son. He's a funny, adventurous, creative little kid that loves adventuring in the woods with me and looking for bugs. We have a blast together.
Now I'm pregnant again. Once again, I really didn't care. Two boys is awesome. A boy and a girl is awesome. I just want a healthy baby, you know?
Before I found out, everyone asked me what I wanted and I said I don't care. Now that I know, everyone's like "OH! A GIRL! JUST WANT YOU WANTED!" No. I said before I didn't care either way. Then they begin gushing about dresses and dolls and tea parties (none of which ever interested me, even as a little girl myself) as if that's the thing I obviously always wanted to do. (Quite frankly, I'm just imagining another little body on our bug hunts and another little tot playing in the mud.)
And, I don't know. I'm annoyed. It makes my first child seem like he wasn't all that great and my second child sound like a fashion accessory. It isn't fair to either of them.
I was thrilled. I didn't care if I had a boy or a girl. I adore my son. He's a funny, adventurous, creative little kid that loves adventuring in the woods with me and looking for bugs. We have a blast together.
Now I'm pregnant again. Once again, I really didn't care. Two boys is awesome. A boy and a girl is awesome. I just want a healthy baby, you know?
Before I found out, everyone asked me what I wanted and I said I don't care. Now that I know, everyone's like "OH! A GIRL! JUST WANT YOU WANTED!" No. I said before I didn't care either way. Then they begin gushing about dresses and dolls and tea parties (none of which ever interested me, even as a little girl myself) as if that's the thing I obviously always wanted to do. (Quite frankly, I'm just imagining another little body on our bug hunts and another little tot playing in the mud.)
And, I don't know. I'm annoyed. It makes my first child seem like he wasn't all that great and my second child sound like a fashion accessory. It isn't fair to either of them.