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I’m already outnumbered. The testosterone to estrogen ratio in my house is 3:1. And soon, it will increase once more. I’m due in August with our third baby, which we found out today, is another boy.
Being a mom of boys has been a huge joy. An accomplishment, even. I am thrilled to be adding another one to the troop. I felt this coming – there was only a small period of time after finding out I was pregnant that I thought this baby may be a girl. Not only because I was so sick for the first few weeks this time (and wasn’t with either of the boys), but also because I heard that if you don’t look all glowy and beautiful during pregnancy it’s probably a girl, as they “steal” their mother’s beauty.
Unfortunately, those old wives tales proved wrong which means this boy just wanted to be difficult in the beginning and my acne and lack-luster hair, well, that’s just a product of weird pregnancy hormones and my age.
Having two boys already, everyone assumed I wanted this baby to be a girl. Sure, it would have been nice to change things up a bit. And I will even admit that I would daydream every now and then about accumulating dolls, buying frilly pink dresses and having princess tea parties.
Most were shocked when I would say that I truly had no preference – or perhaps they thought I was stretching the truth. “Come on,” they’d say, “deep down you want a girl, don’t you?”
In all honesty, I’ve always felt like I was meant to be a mom of all boys. Maybe it’s because I’ve just gotten so used to the life I have now. Or perhaps it is the fact that my husband and I hyperventilate when we see the latest girl “fashions”. I already think I’m going to be an overprotective mom, but having a daughter would amp up the crazy momma-bear tendencies to a different degree. Poor thing would be wearing turtlenecks until adulthood and I’d never let her out of my sight.
So sure, it’s going to be four against one in my house. I’m okay with that. Really, I am. Besides, I can look forward to the days when they venture out on father-son bonding adventures like camping (I don’t camp) or attending college football games (not much a fan). I’ll kiss them all good-bye then spend a weekend doing all sorts of girly things on my own.
Did you ever have a strong preference for the gender of your child(ren)?