Here’s an update on our family’s latest blessing!
I’m looking less green these days, and a bit more round. The second trimester is here! I’m told that Baby Peanut is growing well, and that everything looks good with the little one’s growth and development.
I’m getting asked more and more frequently if Baby Peanut is a boy or a girl, and we still don’t know. The next question is always, “What do you want?”
It’s been a long time now since I’ve had a baby boy and let me tell you, it is SO TRUE that boys just LOVE their Mommas (See Blessing #37), so there is a part of me that would really love to have a boy.
Then again, there is another part of me that thinks about how hysterically funny and outgoing my little girl is, and how much she would enjoy having a REAL LIVE DOLL to play with and I think it would be great to have a girl.
But when I tell people that “I really don’t care because I love both,” the response is usually the same.
“As long as the baby’s healthy, right?”
This is the moment when I just smile and move on, because I know they mean well, and to say what I’m really thinking would sound kind of overly sensitive and snobbish, but this is my blog, and I get to be completely honest here, so this is what I (and I would imagine most special needs parents) want to say. Take notes.
Of course I want a healthy baby. Who doesn’t? It’s not an easy road when things don’t turn out that way, and I do pray for this baby’s physical and cognitive health everyday, but for me to say that I don’t care if the baby is a boy or a girl “as long as the baby is healthy” is implying that I wouldn’t want a baby that isn’t healthy – that if this baby isn’t healthy, then I would rather just take a pass – and that is where my issue lies. I determined going into this pregnancy that I wanted God’s best for me and my family, and I trust that is exactly what I’m going to get. Boy or girl. Autistic or typical. Come what may. So, can we just say that I want the baby I’m getting and leave it at that?
Ok, I’m getting off of my soap box now.
So anyway, back to the matter of gender. While I don’t have a strong opinion, there are many people in my life that do.
My husband wants a boy so that he can boast that he has “sons.”
My sister-in-law wants a boy so that her newborn will have a little boy his age to play with.
Even Luke claims to want a brother, although his reasoning is less clear.
However, by far, the strongest opinion comes from my three-year-old, Faith. Make no mistake, Faith wants a sister. There is no doubt. She has never wavered. Our conversations usually go something like this:
Faith: Mommy, is it a brother or a sister?
Me: I don’t know yet.
Faith: It’s a sister, okay?
Me: But it might be a boy.
Faith: But it’s a girl, okay?
Me: But what if it is a boy? Will you still love it?
Faith: No. Then Luke will love it.
I have to admit, I’m kind of pulling for Faith to get her sister. Not because of any preference of my own, but because if this baby is a boy, I will have some serious explaining to do.