Boys Boys Boys

I was super excited when I found out I was having another boy. Don’t get me wrong, I would’ve been happy if it were a girl, but I was so sure I wanted two boys.

I think some people thought that I would like a girl ‘to have one of each’. Not really. Girls are just drama, and don’t get me started on teenage angst and hormones, I remember all too well how that felt. I just couldn’t see myself with a baby girl, and given that this pregnancy was unexpected to say the least, the very least nature could do was to bless me with another little boy. I can just see them being best buddies, sharing and looking out for each other. I’m sure girls do this too, but there is something unexplainable within me that wanted the two boy bond.

I’m sure its lovely having a baby girl, with the pink and the frills, but being a tomboy myself growing up, I like the rough and tumble of boys (and their toys seem to be way cooler).

Part of me had to gear myself up just to prepare in case this was a girl. I knew I would cry, and selfishly, some part of me would have been disappointed. Controversial? Maybe. After all, any baby is a blessing. I’ve read about gender disappointment groups, and I was secretly hoping that I wouldn’t have to join one, but would have been nice knowing I wasn’t alone in my feelings.

I am happy and excited knowing that my second little boy is on the way, something I’m not sure I could’ve guaranteed had it been a girl. I almost feel guilty for saying it, but I’m putting it out there because I’m sure many a person has been through something similar.

So we are definitely a male-orientated household now. The dog and I severely outnumbered, but that’s exactly how I want it.

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