SamerSue
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We found out the gender yesterday, courtesy of the Natera Panorama nipt. It's a boy. I'd really been hoping for a girl. REALLY hoping. My husband is over-the-moon happy, but I'm just... here.
I think a lot of it is that he only wants one baby, so I know that this is likely going to be our only child. And I've dreamed of having a baby girl since I was young. I've always planned to name her after my Grandma, and use my Mom's middle name as her middle name. And now I can't do that.
My husband told his coworkers todsy that the baby is a boy, and received lots of congratulations. He told me they asked how I am doing, and he told them that I was happy, but that I'd been hoping for a girl. I almost burst into tears then, because I realized that I'm NOT happy. I want my baby girl.
Hell, I'm sitting in the bathroom at the grocery store right now, crying as I write this because it just now hit me and hard. I need to compose myself so I can go back out there and help my husband finish the shopping so we can go home.
I have a history of depression. I plan to call my counselor tomorrow to see if she can get me in soon. I haven't seen her in over a year, but I know that I can go back.
I think a lot of it is that he only wants one baby, so I know that this is likely going to be our only child. And I've dreamed of having a baby girl since I was young. I've always planned to name her after my Grandma, and use my Mom's middle name as her middle name. And now I can't do that.
My husband told his coworkers todsy that the baby is a boy, and received lots of congratulations. He told me they asked how I am doing, and he told them that I was happy, but that I'd been hoping for a girl. I almost burst into tears then, because I realized that I'm NOT happy. I want my baby girl.
Hell, I'm sitting in the bathroom at the grocery store right now, crying as I write this because it just now hit me and hard. I need to compose myself so I can go back out there and help my husband finish the shopping so we can go home.
I have a history of depression. I plan to call my counselor tomorrow to see if she can get me in soon. I haven't seen her in over a year, but I know that I can go back.