'What Are You Having?'
As soon as people find out you're pregnant, they ask if you know whether you're having a boy or girl. If you don't know, do you want to know? And which gender would you prefer?
I know how I'm supposed to answer that question. I'm supposed to say that it doesn’t matter to me. I just want the baby to be healthy. And really, that's absolutely true. But when it comes to gender, I have to say I feel more prepared for having a boy. I have raised two boys (albeit, I didn’t take over until they were in their teens).
I know how to buy Gatorade in bulk, get grass stains out of white T-shirts, cook enough for an army, and that – even at 16 years old – a Happy Meal might make you smile after a lost game. I know about rough and tumble. I know about replacing worn-out sneakers every three months. I know about grudges over girls that last barely longer than a commercial break.
What I don't know that much about is drama. I'm a teacher, so I see plenty of girl drama at school – the high-pitched giggling, the teasing, the screeching, the crying and the grudges that can outlast the Cold War. I have seen girls come to blows because, and I quote, "She looked at me." I'm just not sure what to do with that.
I know I'm a girl. I wasn't a tomboy, necessarily, so it isn't that I don't get the shopping, the hair, the fashion, the make-up and so on. I am totally onboard if anyone would like to go for a pedicure. It's just the drama that makes me nervous.
But while I feel just a little preference toward having a boy, I know I won't be disappointed either way.
I'll find out at my next ultrasound appointment so stay tuned!