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Yeah, I'm a horrible person. I just KNEW this baby was a boy and according to the u/s, it's a girl. I've been totally crushed, as has my partner. It's really stupid and shallow to get so caught up on the sex, really, why should it matter?? But it did matter. We already have a girl, she's 110% girl, and that's enough for us. DH said this would be our last child before finding out, and we haven't discussed anything else, but ever since finding out I've been thinking we should have another one (via surrogate...I can't have more myself). Then of course it could be another girl.
Please don't flame me. I feel badly enough caring so much about something that should be so minor. It's just that I'm not a girly girl. I wear jeans, I don't wear bras or makeup, etc. And my daughter is the complete opposite...dresses every day, she stares at herself in the mirror for hours, asks if she's beautiful all the time, etc. It makes me sick, all the self-centeredness. I was so looking forward to a boy who just wants to play in the mud and not care what he looks like.
Can anyone relate here? Or have advice? I was so sure that we had a little boy in there that I feel like a close family member has died. That doesn't mean I don't completely love the baby that IS growing in there...but she doesn't replace the boy I thought I had.
Please don't flame me. I feel badly enough caring so much about something that should be so minor. It's just that I'm not a girly girl. I wear jeans, I don't wear bras or makeup, etc. And my daughter is the complete opposite...dresses every day, she stares at herself in the mirror for hours, asks if she's beautiful all the time, etc. It makes me sick, all the self-centeredness. I was so looking forward to a boy who just wants to play in the mud and not care what he looks like.
Can anyone relate here? Or have advice? I was so sure that we had a little boy in there that I feel like a close family member has died. That doesn't mean I don't completely love the baby that IS growing in there...but she doesn't replace the boy I thought I had.