In July of 2010, I gave birth to my first child, Mavrick. I love my son unconditionally. He makes me so happy — more than I could have ever imagined — and I wouldn’t change anything for the world. I remember when we went to the 3 month ultrasound though, the doctor asked us if we wanted to know the sex of the baby. He said he knew with 90% certainty, so we said yes. Both Mr. Sunglasses and I expected and wanted a girl, but our little bundle of joy was not a girl. Don’t get me wrong, we were still very excited… but we were a little shocked.
When my son turned 1, I starting thinking about our second. We weren’t ready to have another, but I couldn’t help but think about having a girl. I wanted a girl so badly, even though I would be happy with another boy, the thought of not having a girl was devastating to me. Then I got pregnant and I crossed my fingers and toes for a girl. I even wished upon a shooting star — I’m not kidding!
When our 20 week ultrasound arrived, to be completely honest with you, I was beyond terrified. I was afraid the doctor would say the word BOY, and my heart would break into a million pieces. We decided we were going to be a family of 4, so after 2 kids the baby making factory would be closed. But if I had another boy the second time around, would I have kept on going until I had my girl? That’s how much my desire for one was.
Just the thought of not having a girl made me sad. I wanted to play dolls with her, teach her how to put on makeup and even go prom/wedding dress shopping with her. Luckily, I was blessed with a baby girl, and I didn’t have to deal with all those questions.
Please tell me I am not the only crazy one who had these type of thoughts?