I can't find any boys names I like at all. I need to buy all new baby clothes now. DH and I get to have a SUPER FUN TIME argument about circumcision. I wanted a little sister for my daughter. I don't have any experience raising a boy and it going well (my two brothers are, shall we say, menaces to society). And truth be told, I just...don't like little boys. That last one is probably worded too strongly (I don't necessarily dislike boy children), but I can't think of another way to say it. It's something about their energy. I don't know why I feel this way. I just don't know how I'm going to mother a boy. I don't know HOW TO mother a boy. I'm scared that he will turn out like my brothers, or like dh's brothers.
Now that I've gotten that off my chest...I'm happy. I'm going to have another baby. Everything is going well. I'll get over it eventually. I'll get through the new challenges. I'll learn. I'll love him.
I just wanted another girl. :cry I feel so guilty that THIS is what I felt when I found out my child's gender. It's not fair to him. It's downright MEAN of me. I also feel guilty that it's such a big deal to me that I even can't picture mothering a BABY boy the same way I would a baby girl...up until today I just assumed it'd be the same...and it will but it just feels different already. I can't stand the rowdiness and physical play that boys do, I'm dreading it already and it's still years away...I haven't cried this hard in a long, long time.
Now I'm just blathering on like an idiot. I feel like a jerk.
Now that I've gotten that off my chest...I'm happy. I'm going to have another baby. Everything is going well. I'll get over it eventually. I'll get through the new challenges. I'll learn. I'll love him.
I just wanted another girl. :cry I feel so guilty that THIS is what I felt when I found out my child's gender. It's not fair to him. It's downright MEAN of me. I also feel guilty that it's such a big deal to me that I even can't picture mothering a BABY boy the same way I would a baby girl...up until today I just assumed it'd be the same...and it will but it just feels different already. I can't stand the rowdiness and physical play that boys do, I'm dreading it already and it's still years away...I haven't cried this hard in a long, long time.
Now I'm just blathering on like an idiot. I feel like a jerk.









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