Just a little about me,
I am 36 and live in Sheffield, England
I am married with 2 lovely boys aged 1 & 3.
I totally love my boys but can't pretend I didn't have gender disappointment during pregnancy with both of them. My husband is the only one who knows how I feel as I am too embarrassed to admit it to my family and friends as I know I should feel lucky to have to happy healthy boys. And I am happy I just long for a daughter too, greedy I know.
I have been on ...

I have always been a blue momma food= meat veg bread and eggs and loads of dairy drink= tea fruit juice and plain old water (bottled) , exercise = moderate .
ex hub was a gym freak muscle bound eggs chicken fish was the diet and all the protein shakes he could manage (he was un willing to sway)

I was convinced each time I had a boy that to have the best chance at healthy babies I had to eat healthy and moderately exercise and each time took my multi vitamins as the Dr ordered ...

So Ive heard some say they can or will just "Duggar it out" until they get their DG. I personally like the Duggars, although I don't agree with all their choices I am thankful that they provide some wholesome television and that they have the courage to live out what they personally believe. But I am not here to talk about whether or not their family values are right or wrong, rather I want to use their family as a case study for gender selection. ***Keep in mind this is all purely my ...

I always wanted a daughter. I think I started praying for her at about age 12. I'm 28 now so I'd say that's about 16 years of unanswered prayer. I guess there is no such thing as unanswered prayer, there is always an answer, it just might not be the answer you want. You pray for a daughter and the answer is either yes, no, or wait. I am really hoping my answer is wait.

It's not that I didn't want a boy. I wanted 2 boys and 2 girls and we'd all live together in a big house with a ...

It honestly feels like stepping off a train. Waving goodbye to the people who are continuing on, some of whom you got into deep conversation with along the way. Their conversations resume, their heads bend together again, while you turn and wheel your suitcase away from the platform and through the station.

Now that suitcase has some pretty important cargo, and I know someday I'll be back, and some of those very same voices will smile and hug me back onto the train. But for now, ...