X or Y?

As many of you may recall, Friday was the big day of our gender reveal ultrasound.  And...

...it's a boy!

So, this is where I provide the traditional pregnancy disclaimer where I say that I will love him no matter what, and I just want a healthy baby, yada yada yada, which I've always understood but found a little ridiculous.  I've never heard a mother prefer an unhealthy baby over a healthy one of the opposite gender, and of course I will love this baby the same if it were a boy, a girl or a ferret.

That being said, I am a little disappointed.  Not with the boy we'll have, but with the knowledge that I'll never get to experience having a daughter.  No pretty dresses or fake press-on nails, no Barbie dream house and no shopping for Prom.  And in my family, where this child will be my Dad's seventh consecutive grandson (with not one girl in sight), it feels like a let down for everyone. 

Give me a few days and I'll be over it, though, because I know how sweet it is to nuzzle a brand new baby boy.  But until then, here are a few key phrases to avoid when speaking to me on this subject: 


"Sorry he's not what you wanted." 
That's not true.

"Just dress him up like a girl anyway.  He'll never know."
Seriously?

"Just keep trying until you get that girl."
Ouchy.

"Trust me, you don't want a girl anyway."
Yeah, I did. 

But that's okay.  Now I don't need to buy much to prepare for his arrival, and I won't have to pay for anybody's wedding.  And let's face it, if I get another boy like the two I've already got, I'll be a pretty lucky woman.

Or I'll be in serious trouble.  It's too early to tell.