Since my husband and I are about as patient as our toddler, just like we had done with Charlotte, we decided to find out at 15 weeks the gender of our second baby. Unlike with Charlotte, I allowed my mind to wander to the possibility of having a boy. The circumcision decision, tiny sailor outfits, you know the drill. Of course the great news is that there is no bad news. Two girls, or a girl and a boy, either option is life-changingly wonderful. The truth: we wanted another girl. Both of us. So when the tech said Charlotte will be getting a little sister, every member of my family was overjoyed.
As I am already versed in the inappropriate things people ask pregnant women, I’m bracing myself for the following questions:
1. Will you try for a boy?
2. Is your husband disappointed?
I think “trying” for a specific sex is absolutely ridiculous. We tried avoiding lemons and facing due North with a quarter moon in the sky, but somehow we ended up with another girl. Let’s just hope she likes sports and monster trucks.
In all sincerity, I asked my husband how he felt about having two daughters. His answer was simple and perfect: This is our family. Charlotte is the greatest part of our lives and soon there will be two of them. I cannot wait to see what our girls are into so I can be interested too. "Our girls", it has such a beautiful ring to it, doesn’t it?
I tried to imagine, if the tables were turned, how I would feel about having two sons. Perhaps, at times, a little ganged up on and I may fall into the toilet bowl in the middle of the night more often than not, but I would still love my life. Come September our little family will be our two (female) dogs, myself, my husband and our girls. I can think of no better man to be completely out numbered. And as I can personally attest, second daughters are just as fabulous as the first.