by Jamie Reed posted in Parenting

As a kid, my dreams about the future were pretty consistent: I?d be the first female President of the United States and be married with three kids (two boys and a girl). I imagine that last part was because of my family of origin. I was the middle child of two brothers so I just assumed my life would be the same. Boy, girl, boy.
When I met my husband, he had different plans. He wanted two girls. He wanted to be the dad who had tea parties and played dress-up. The one that came to the door with flowers to take his little girls to the father/daughter dances at school.

Somewhere over the course of nine years of marriage, I started to believe in his plan. When I thought about future children, my mind automatically went to little girls. Maybe we?d have a boy too, but our first would be a girl! When I got pregnant we knew we had to adjust our expectations and we tried to imagine life with a boy. I wanted my husband to have his daughter, but I?d be fine with either!
We decided waiting to find out the sex of the baby at birth would be exciting, and that we?d be so thrilled we wouldn?t care if it were a boy or girl. Months of picking out names, buying a few clothing items here and there, decorating a nursery that would work for whoever was entering our family; we thought we were ready.

Ready for whoever we were bringing home from the hospital!
All the home gender-prediction tests pointed to a girl. People told me the way I carried the baby mea...