Newest pregnancy installment: canker sores. Thank you, mouth, for your participation.
Ever since we started letting people know we’re pregnant, we have had an overwhelming amount of people say they’re hoping for a girl for us. It is mind-blowing. Kevin and I are not sitting around hoping for a girl, yet other people seem to think that’s exactly what we’re doing. When I explain that we’re happy with whatever we get—our boys are a constant party and we love them to pieces—some of them go so far as to say, “You just don’t know what you’re missing until you have a girl.” They talk about gender as though it’s a menu item.
What am I supposed to say to that? I think that mentality shows a complete lack of depth and maturity. Kevin and I will love our child unconditionally, regardless of his/her genetics. Would we love our child less if he had green eyes instead of blue? If he had nine toes instead of ten? If he was born with a tail and webbed feet? Absolutely not.
The thought of us having three boys is sad to these girl-wishers. But I personally think it’s sad that they don’t have big enough hearts or minds to fathom that a family could be perfectly happy and not wish for anything more even if we have *gasp* ALL BOYS.
So we still obviously don’t know who our child is going to be, but we do know that our family will feel complete not because of anyone’s gender but because there will be five of us (plus our angel). I just wish I could help other people understand.
In the meantime, does anyone have a good response? Here’s all I’ve come up with so far:
Stranger: Well, I hope you’re finally going to get a girl!
Me: And I hope you finally lose that last 20 pounds!
Stranger (female—it always is anyway): Well, I hope you’re finally going to get a girl!
Me: Go grow a penis.