“Don’t you think that would be sweet?” I told my mom. “A big brother to look out for all of his younger siblings?”
She nodded, but reminded me that babies weren’t exactly made to order. I knew this. I wanted a little boy first, but it wasn’t going to kill me if it didn’t happen, it was just one of my many fantasies.
And then I met my husband. My sweet father-of-two husband that already had a little girl and a little boy. When I thought of adding to our family, the desire to have a boy first was long gone. All I could think was that there was already a big sister and a big brother now! I truly had no preference either way.
My stepchildren, however? Oh, they had big preferences.
Chloe has a stepsister that lives at her mom’s house, but talked for hours about how she hoped our baby was a girl. “I already have two little brothers,” she whined, referencing my stepson, Trey, and their younger brother at their mom’s house. “It’s time for another girl,” she said. The more she went on about this, the more worried I got. She so desperately wanted a baby sister that she was now putting her head right on my belly and saying “Hi baby… please be a girl, okay?”
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