It is strange how people care about our decision. We were given a hard time when we did find out the sex, and now we are given a hard time now about not finding out. Good grief :)
To me it doesn't really matter.
I really wanted our first born to be a boy. I always had this idea growing up that the first born child should be a boy. Then we found out we were having a girl. I'm not going to lie. I was disappointed. Then the guilt sank in. I was an awful mother for being disappointed about having a girl. I really beat myself up for the following few weeks after finding out the sex. I was more disappointed in myself for having such feelings.
A few months later our precious daughter was born and my heart grew. I never knew I could love someone so much. I laughed at myself for worrying so much about gender. It didn't matter. This little girl was a blessing and I was so lucky to be her mother.
Now baby #2 is on the way. We did not choose to get pregnant to have a son or daughter. We chose to get pregnant to have another child. No doubt, it would be fun to have 1 boy and 1 girl but this time around I'm not set on a specific gender. I think I'm having a girl based on the way I'm carrying and the baby has a high heart rate.
Either way, boy or girl, baby #2 better like pink. We have bins and bins of pink clothes. :)
Love,
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