Gender disappointment...

So my husband and I had some serious gender disappointment When we found out the gender at 10 weeks. Put your pitchfork down, Susan!

It seems funny now, because my husband is over the moon for his baby boy now, even making comments about his bird/winky/ding-a-ling/penis.

So, for anyone out there who’s struggling with gender disappointment, dont worry you’ll come around. And it will soon be a thing of the past.

My husband kisses his “son” often and still says “sorry”. But we’re so happy to be over this bump in the road, even though we may feel guilty at times for even having such a reaction at first. You can’t help the way you feel in a moment, but it’s not the end of the world, because at the end of the day that’s YOUR baby.

Our journey to accepting the gender wasn’t a smooth one, but one we “laugh at” now... we would go through cycles of acceptance, shock, sadness, numbness, and then back to acceptance. I say we “laugh at it” not because it’s humorous, but because rationally we knew there was nothing to do about it, that this wave of emotion wouldn’t change the outcome.

But now the doctor even “teases” us. Because when we went in at 12 weeks, after getting the gender results via a phone call from him, my husband asked “how accurate are these test results”

Doctor replied, “more than 99.8% accurate - congrats! You’re having a healthy baby boy!”

“...........so there’s .2%chance that it could still be a girl?”

Flash forward to our 20 week appointment, now past our gender disappointment.

Doc: “it looks like he has a sharp one...”

Hubs: “sharp what? Is everything okay?!”

Doc: “sword... mr. L... a sword... not even .2% chance of a girl now.”

“Don’t scare me like that, I thought something was wrong... so.... then we don’t need to return all of the little-mens clothing?”