If you have a strong preference, I would recommend not finding out until delivery. When you actually see the baby, you're not disappointed! I wanted a girl first but had a boy but I just loved him from the second I daw him, there was no disappointment.
I was SO CERTAIN I was going to have a boy. I had the “boy” symptoms. I’d made all these plans of what I was going to do. I mean I kinda planned to raise my kid “gender neutral” until they had an opinion so they weren’t forced into a box like I experienced as a child (only wearing pink and dresses. Forced to sing and dance. Not allowed to play in dirt). Then I went in for my anatomy scan and they said “well. We can’t be certain but I’m pretty sure this is a girl” and I immediately panicked on how I’d mess up this girl. I’m not girly. I don’t wear dresses. I hate pink. I don’t do my hair. I have part of my head shaved. I’m covered in tattoos. I consider myself genderqueer. How would I raise a girl if she wanted to be girly? Welp. Turns out she’s an even mix. She’s kind, friendly, considerate, happy, loving, and loves to play with everything. Her Dollys are friends with her cars. She had a big dino phase. She’s currently in a dress and pink phase I have taught myself how to do hair. Even more confusing to me she’s blonde. My family is all burnet and black hair with the occasional redhead. We thought her hair would go brown by 2-3 like mine did. Nope. 5 and still an ashy wheat blonde. I’m just so proud of her and the like 2-3 hours of gender disappointment and grieving my planned life wasn’t that big a deal. It’s not I didn’t want a girl. It’s I was afraid to mess her up. But she’s the best thing in my life. ❤
If you have a strong preference, I would recommend not finding out until delivery. When you actually see the baby, you're not disappointed! I wanted a girl first but had a boy but I just loved him from the second I daw him, there was no disappointment.
love this!
I was SO CERTAIN I was going to have a boy. I had the “boy” symptoms. I’d made all these plans of what I was going to do. I mean I kinda planned to raise my kid “gender neutral” until they had an opinion so they weren’t forced into a box like I experienced as a child (only wearing pink and dresses. Forced to sing and dance. Not allowed to play in dirt). Then I went in for my anatomy scan and they said “well. We can’t be certain but I’m pretty sure this is a girl” and I immediately panicked on how I’d mess up this girl.
I’m not girly. I don’t wear dresses. I hate pink. I don’t do my hair. I have part of my head shaved. I’m covered in tattoos. I consider myself genderqueer. How would I raise a girl if she wanted to be girly?
Welp. Turns out she’s an even mix. She’s kind, friendly, considerate, happy, loving, and loves to play with everything. Her Dollys are friends with her cars. She had a big dino phase. She’s currently in a dress and pink phase I have taught myself how to do hair. Even more confusing to me she’s blonde. My family is all burnet and black hair with the occasional redhead. We thought her hair would go brown by 2-3 like mine did. Nope. 5 and still an ashy wheat blonde.
I’m just so proud of her and the like 2-3 hours of gender disappointment and grieving my planned life wasn’t that big a deal. It’s not I didn’t want a girl. It’s I was afraid to mess her up. But she’s the best thing in my life. ❤
Aww I love this 🥰☺️
Your mom is cute and sweet!
Thank you, I agree! ☺️
Your Mom is so cute lol
lol so cute!