I truly didn’t feel like I had a preference for a boy or a girl when I got pregnant. I think about how darling my two younger brothers were (and Crawford still is, of course) and I love the idea of having a boy. I think about my nieces, how cute and fun and dramatic they are, and I think girls would be great.
If I’d had to make the decision, I really don’t know which one I would have chosen.
When we found out we were pregnant, though, I did feel like it was a girl from the beginning and that sense just got stronger as the weeks ticked by, so much so that when we were waiting in the ultrasound room for the tech to come back with the results of whether it was a boy or a girl, I suddenly felt incredibly panicked that she might say it was a boy, because it would be like losing the girl I was so certain we were having.
I do, however, have a secret pet peeve (how secret can it be if I’m blogging about it?) toward people who have this sense that having a boy first is somehow far superior to having a girl first, that children that do not have an older brother are somehow greatly deprived.
To be sure, I’m not exactly unbiased on the topic since I just so happen to be the oldest child, and I tend to think that I turned out just fine without an older brother and also that starting your family with a girl is a perfectly lovely way to go. (My sisters, who put up with a lot of bossiness from me, might think their lives would have been far improved by an older brother rather than me, but they aren’t the ones writing this post).
I am particularly glad that Bart did not have a strong preference one way or another either. I have never felt for a second like he’s even remotely disappointed that he’s not having a son instead of a daughter or that he’d be slightly more excited if our house was filling up with blue clothing instead of pink (although he does say blue is a snugglier color than pink, whatever that means).
As a daughter who never once felt like my dad was at all disappointed that I was a girl instead of a boy (oh, how it annoyed me when Crawford was born and people said, “I bet your dad is so glad to FINALLY have a boy”), I am beyond pleased that my daughter will also have a dad that is thrilled to have her, without any regrets that she’s not a boy.