I’ll admit it, I would really love if this baby growing in my belly was a little boy. I mean, I could say that “it really doesn’t matter, as long as it’s healthy” and ultimately that’s totally true, but I do really hope that this baby is a boy.
Why, you ask? Oh, I have my reasons.
I want my son to have a buddy. My older girls are such good friends, and I just want him to have what they have. I believe there is something special with having a sibling close in age, that is the same gender.
We will be a family of six. When I envision our life 5 years from now, I see myself taking the girls shopping and my husband taking the boys to do “man stuff” on Saturday mornings. The division of 3 and 3 sounds nice. I’ll take the girls, you take the boys. See you in a few hours…
No matter what the sex is, this baby and my son will be sharing a bedroom. Having 2 boys in the room opposed to a boy and a girl just seam easier.
Baby clothes. My baby boy clothes are in much better shape than my tired, worn out (and dated) baby girl clothes. I would love the have a boy to pass down my son’s gently used duds.
And lastly, it’s the drama. Ohhhhhhhh, the drama. My girls are just so very intense and over the top lately, I cannot imagine a little boy ever making these mountains out of mole hills like my girls do. Having 3 daughters might just put me in the looney bin, dealing with their shenanigans.
So yeah, if I could chose, I would chose for this baby to be of the male species. But whatever the results may be, I will love it with all that is in me.
Is it that wrong of me to wish for a specific gender? Did you ever wish for one sex over another? Because I have frogs and snails, and puppy dog tails on the brain.