I knew from the beginning that our bambino was a boy. From the moment I felt the first kick. And I was right :)
That being said, for my whole life before I was pregnant, I thought I would have a girl first. I didn't have a preference per-se, it's just always what I imagined. We were SO HAPPY on the day of our gender reveal party, and that
night I was still beaming. But, nonetheless, I cried a little to my husband before bed because we had to say goodbye to the idea of a little girl. I had dreamed about a little boy, too, and nothing could shake my joy from that, but I
had also dreamed about life with a little girl. It almost felt like part of my dream had to die. They both can't live on! (No twins over here, hehe!) I feel like this is a very normal emotion and most couples go through this to some
degree.
But at the end of the day, we are so joyful and blessed because our little boy is our little boy who we will love. No matter if he is rough and tumble, sweet and quiet, sporty and playful, or bookish and nerdy (like my DH!). Or any
combination therein!
In the end, we are raising children. That turn into adults. That we wish to lead happy, beautiful lives. If we lose sight of that, then I think we lose sight of what this is all about.
Hopefully that woman sees the light and finds joy in her child, not the gender.