Isn’t that a horrible title for a post? It is, because no one actually says that, do they? No one would actually come out and say that one gender is superior over another in this day and age, would they? Because, feminism, and equal rights and all that jazz, right?
WRONG!!! When I became pregnant with my third child after giving birth to two glorious and amazing daughters, people immediately started with the questions about whether or not my husband and I were trying/hoping/aiming for that elusive and desirable boy-child.
Do you know what you’re having? Is it a boy? Oh good! Now you can be done!
Excuse me? You get to tell me that I am done having kids because I have fulfilled some archaic biological imperative that I have a boy? Where are we? 16th Century England? Am I Anne Boleyn? Am I trying to secure a dynasty or something? This is horse shit!
I cannot count on all my appendages how many times in my pregnancy that people asked if I was having a boy, only to find out that I was, and these people – complete strangers, I might add – expressed relief and joy on my behalf. What really pissed me off was that the vast majority of these insightful and astute observers did this in front of my two girls. Are my two lovelies not good enough? Is my family incomplete with just them at my side? What a horrible way to look at the world. It always left me depressed and angry after an encounter like these. I always made sure to speak up for my girls and say that I would have been ecstatic to have had another girl. I love and adore my girls and would have had a blast with a tribe of ladies.
No, my husband didn’t want a son so he could realize his dreams of fathering the next Peyton Manning. He doesn’t love our girls any less because he isn’t one. He adores them more than life itself.
Happily enough, we feel the same way about our precious boy. We just wanted a third kid, people. No agenda other than that. We’ve now got him, and couldn’t be more happy and satisfied if we tried. Well, maybe if we got a bit more sleep.