During my first pregnancy, I wrote a little list of things you should not say to a pregnant woman. While I still stand by them, I have a new one to add to the list.
When I was pregnant with Jack, we decided not to find out the gender of the baby. It was the best decision ever, but due to certain circumstances this time around, we found out we’re having a boy. And we’re thrilled!
But not because it’s a boy or because I hate girls; but because so far, it’s a healthy baby and a healthy pregnancy. I genuinely don’t understand people who get upset over the gender of their unborn child. Are you kidding me? If you are carrying a healthy child, and you’re healthy, how can you possibly want anything else?
Even though Cory and I are thrilled we’re having a second boy, 90% of the people who ask me do you know what you’re having?! express complete disappoint when I enthusiastically answer, another boy!
Oh, no, really…?
Gosh, another boy…?
I guess you’ll have to try for that girl!
That’s too bad…
At least you don’t have to buy any new clothes…
Darn…having one of each is just so perfect.
Uh. What the fuck?
I’m wondering if there’s a Condolences on Your Same Gender Offspring handbook I’ve missed, because these are the same responses that I get from most people (who, the majority of the time, are strangers!) when they find out that I’m tragically having a second boy.
Is it like this for women who have only girls? Or are female-bearers congratulated? That’s an honest question.
So, here’s my advice: if you think it’s appropriate to ask a woman what she’s carrying in her uterus, the only acceptable follow up response is: congratulations!