PrettyInInk42
Mother of 3
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I'm gonna try and do my best not to ramble here...
I'm 28 and pregnant with my first baby. This was an unplanned pregnancy, but I've wanted a baby for years. I'm not in a relationship; the father is my 9+ year best friend/friend with benefits.
I've always wanted a little girl. If I could only have one child and got to pick the gender, it'd definitely be a girl. I realize people have no control over which gender they naturally conceive, but from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I envisioned the baby being a girl. I made a post in gender predictions and everyone said girl. Even I thought I saw a "girly nub" in my 12 week U/S. I was so convinced, that I had already bought several girl onesies and sleepers. But, at my 20 week scan (Sat. Mar 4), the tech pointed out a penis on the screen and a RN at my OB's office confirmed boy as well (Mon. Mar 6). I thought I was handling the news fairly well on Saturday, but in the afternoon, it hit me. I broke down and spent a few hours in bed, crying. I posted this over in "pregnancy groups and discussion" that evening...
"I've spent most of the afternoon trying to think about all the positives. I even decided to take a walk to my local mall to clear my head and run a couple errands (like take back the doll I bought), but half way into my walk home, I just broke down. Now that I'm home, I'm just sitting on my bed, wiping away tears as I type this. I know this reaction is a mix of hormones and expectations and uncertainties about the future, but I feel like shit. I spent most of last year grieving the loss of my dad, and now I feel like I'm grieving the loss of my daughter. And I feel like such an asshole cuz some of you are dealing the possibility of actual medical issues, and I'm bawling my eyes out cuz my baby has a penis. I hate myself for feeling like this, especially when I feel him move. He's counting on me to love and support and be there for him, but I'm an emotional wreck. I know I'll get past this and I'll love my son more than words can say, but I'm having trouble dealing with this right now."
I keep going back and forth between acceptance and still being upset. Only a handful of people in my life know I'm pregnant (not my mom or the father though) and 2 of those people knew I was hoping for a girl. The night before my scan, one of those friends asked me publicly (on a secret FB group, where everyone knew I was pregnant) if I was still hoping to be team pink. That was info I didn't want anyone else to know. I feel embarrassed and ashamed to have to admit that I'm having a boy just cuz I wanted a girl.
As I said above, I know I'll love him, but it's hard to deal with. I'm afraid I'll end up like Drew Barrymore's character in Riding In Cars With Boys, where she expected to have a girl, but was kind of a shit mom to her son. And I can be told 1000 times that as soon as he's born I'll love him just as much, but until I experience it, I feel like it's not gonna sink in. And, considering my unconventional relationship status, I dunno if I'll have another shot at having a girl in the future. I can't handle the thought of only having one kid and having it be a boy.
I'm 28 and pregnant with my first baby. This was an unplanned pregnancy, but I've wanted a baby for years. I'm not in a relationship; the father is my 9+ year best friend/friend with benefits.
I've always wanted a little girl. If I could only have one child and got to pick the gender, it'd definitely be a girl. I realize people have no control over which gender they naturally conceive, but from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I envisioned the baby being a girl. I made a post in gender predictions and everyone said girl. Even I thought I saw a "girly nub" in my 12 week U/S. I was so convinced, that I had already bought several girl onesies and sleepers. But, at my 20 week scan (Sat. Mar 4), the tech pointed out a penis on the screen and a RN at my OB's office confirmed boy as well (Mon. Mar 6). I thought I was handling the news fairly well on Saturday, but in the afternoon, it hit me. I broke down and spent a few hours in bed, crying. I posted this over in "pregnancy groups and discussion" that evening...
"I've spent most of the afternoon trying to think about all the positives. I even decided to take a walk to my local mall to clear my head and run a couple errands (like take back the doll I bought), but half way into my walk home, I just broke down. Now that I'm home, I'm just sitting on my bed, wiping away tears as I type this. I know this reaction is a mix of hormones and expectations and uncertainties about the future, but I feel like shit. I spent most of last year grieving the loss of my dad, and now I feel like I'm grieving the loss of my daughter. And I feel like such an asshole cuz some of you are dealing the possibility of actual medical issues, and I'm bawling my eyes out cuz my baby has a penis. I hate myself for feeling like this, especially when I feel him move. He's counting on me to love and support and be there for him, but I'm an emotional wreck. I know I'll get past this and I'll love my son more than words can say, but I'm having trouble dealing with this right now."
I keep going back and forth between acceptance and still being upset. Only a handful of people in my life know I'm pregnant (not my mom or the father though) and 2 of those people knew I was hoping for a girl. The night before my scan, one of those friends asked me publicly (on a secret FB group, where everyone knew I was pregnant) if I was still hoping to be team pink. That was info I didn't want anyone else to know. I feel embarrassed and ashamed to have to admit that I'm having a boy just cuz I wanted a girl.
As I said above, I know I'll love him, but it's hard to deal with. I'm afraid I'll end up like Drew Barrymore's character in Riding In Cars With Boys, where she expected to have a girl, but was kind of a shit mom to her son. And I can be told 1000 times that as soon as he's born I'll love him just as much, but until I experience it, I feel like it's not gonna sink in. And, considering my unconventional relationship status, I dunno if I'll have another shot at having a girl in the future. I can't handle the thought of only having one kid and having it be a boy.