I've debated writing this since we found out what baby #2 is because every time I think about it, I feel like the worst mom in the history of the universe. I decided to swallow my pride and write my story because after speaking with other close friends and family members I realized that I wasn't alone, and I don't want you to feel alone if it is something that you have been going through as well. My intention by writing this is not to offend those who may not understand the topic or who are in the process of trying to conceive. My intention is to spread awareness that those who do deal with this are not alone and that it is perfectly natural.
This is a topic that is probably going to rub a lot of people the wrong way. You may get angry over this post, or you may completely understand and relate to it. I hope for the latter but regardless of the outcome I truly feel like gender disappointment is a topic that needs to be more out in the open.
When you find out you're pregnant, your first though is for a happy healthy baby, and the next is typically hoping for a specific gender. This isn't the case for everyone, but for a lot it is. And gender disappointment is a
real thing.
This is my story.
