Quick background: I am 35 and pregnant with my first child. This is also my partner's first (he's 41) and he's ridiculously supportive and amazing. We did about 1 year NTNP and got our BFP after three months of trying. EDD is November 8th. We had our anatomy scan at 19w this week and couldn't wait to find out the gender. I had been hoping for a girl ever since we became pregnant, despite actually leading towards wanting a boy whenever I had thought about baby stuff at earlier stages in my life. All signs pointed to girl - yeah, all those completely non-scientific signs where you really still just have a 50/50 chance lol! Everyone in the family was leaning towards it being a girl based on symptoms, how I was carrying, what I was eating, etc. I was almost convinced that it was a girl so imagine my surprise and disappointment when discovering it was a boy at our scan this week. I'm optimistic I'll "get over it" and be happy with a healthy baby no matter what once he comes out but it has been tough this week coming around to the idea of raising a boy. There are just so many selfish things that I'm not entirely looking forward to like a higher likelihood they'll be interested in sports and that'll just take over everything - tv, weekends at hockey practice/games, outings to sporting events, etc. I've had some past relationships where everything revolved around sports all year round and I was so unhappy during those times. I'm sure being my son it will be different but I very selfishly hope that he's into some of the things I'm into or that he turns out to be a bit of a nerd like his mom. I'm also not looking forward to the teenage years of well... we know what teenage boys do. And while I know girls can be the same way and I was no saint as a kid, but they can just be messier in general. Then it spirals into how I hope he doesn't turn out like his uncle or various other family members and get hooked on pot and become a bum or lose any ambition to do anything with his life. Nevermind the pressure to make sure he doesn't become a momma's boy, have some weird mom complex and that he treats women (or men, not judging!) properly as he gets older. It certainly snowballs quickly and I am also totally blaming pregnancy hormones on getting a bit more worked up over this than I should. Everyone does seem to tell me that boys are much easier and you don't have to deal with the hormonal side you get with girls. I'm sure I'm just overthinking things and will come around to the idea in time. I think another part of it is just the realization and pressure that this is happening and I am going to have a child that's going to grow into an adult and I don't want to screw them up. Anyways, thanks for reading and apologies for the long post!