No, I’m Not Hoping for a Girl

No, I’m not crossing my fingers and hoping for a baby girl.  I’m not pregnant with a third because I am trying for a girl.  And no, I’m not going to keep having babies until I have a girl.

I’m pregnant with my third baby.  I have two boys.  We are not finding out the gender (until the baby is born obviously).  And for some reason when you have two boys, people automatically assume you are hoping and praying the next will be different.

Don’t get me wrong, if I have a girl I will be ecstatic and full of love for her.  But no more so than if I have another beautiful, messy, loud, active little boy.  Honestly, I really don’t understand the gender preference on babies.  A healthy, happy baby is an amazing thing regardless of gender.  And from personal experience, I must say, boys are pretty freaking awesome.  My boys are wild and messy and funny and incredibly affectionate.  And having another one would make my heart explode.  I’m proud to be a #boymom. While cleaning up pee everywhere and spending my days dodging balls being thrown and little boys running like wild animals through the house is an experience like no other, I wouldn’t trade it for all the unicorns and sparkles in the world.

The other day someone asked me if I was having a boy or a girl and my knee-jerk reaction was to blurt out ‘oh, it’s a boy’ after which I confessed, ‘I have no idea why I said that, I don’t know if it’s a boy or girl’.  The woman thought I was insane.  I think my mind just couldn’t actually comprehend the idea of NOT having another boy.

If I had a girl, would I be beyond excited.  YES.  I mean come on, every boy mom knows that the clothing selections alone for girls will make your ovaries explode.  I would love to take her to her first dance lessons, to take her shopping, to help her plan her wedding some day, to teach her to be strong and smart and successful in life.  I would love to have one child who I don’t have to constantly tell to put their penis away or explain that the pee goes IN the toilet and peeing on the wall is not, in fact, funny.  BUT I’m not wishing and hoping and pining for a girl.  I’m not going to feel some urge to have another child so that I can buy frilly dresses and barbies.  I’m not going to feel a twinge of disappointment.

So, to everyone, and I mean EVERYONE who asks if I’m hoping for a girl, or worse tells me they hope I get a little girl this time, I have this to say:  I love my boys.  I would love another.  I’m not trying for a girl.  I’m not spending the next two months wishing and praying and wondering if I will finally get my little girl.  I am hoping and praying for a healthy happy baby and a safe delivery.  I am wishing for this little bundle to complete our soon to be family of five.  I am praying that my boys love this little bundle as much as they love each other.  I’m waiting excitedly for our hearts to grow and explode with even more love than they hold already.  Boy or girl, honestly couldn’t matter less.  So you can hope and pray and wish all you want, but my heart will be beyond full either way.