Originally Posted by
RKT Mama
I am 37 weeks pregnant with baby number 4. 3 amazing sons who I love more than anything but I struggled a lot with GD after finding out at 20 weeks that DS3 was a boy.
Fast forward 4 1/2 years, a failed IVF, 2 failed adoption attempts and a lot of swaying.
Anatomy scan said girl which I was very happy about although it only took about 24 hours before I started worrying it was wrong.
Today I visited my midwife and she commented how anxious I am this time compared to my last pregnancy (this is the third one with her so she knows me well). Last time I knew it was a boy and I have to admit a part of me wanted something bad to happen to him because then I could try again (he was supposed to be our last)
I work in a maternity unit so I can easily say that I am nervous because I have seen a lot of horrid or sad things that have happened during pregnancy/birth although of course the statistics of them happening to me are low.
But after I left, it hit me, my biggest fear is delivering this baby and it being a boy. No one but DH knows this is supposed to be a girl and I happily tell people I don't know or care if its a girl or boy.
But I am petrified of having to stand in front of my friends and family pretending to be happy about a (presumably) perfectly healthy baby boy that I really don't want. Having to empty out drawers of pink clothes that I will never need but am not supposed to have because I am not supposed to know.
If my baby died or was very sick, society would happily allow me to be sad and support me in my grief, but being sad about a healthy baby is not something you are allowed to admit to, despite the fact that the grief is just as real.
Forgive my hormonal rant, I feel like a horrid person being more worried about a penis than a dead baby.
I'd never even admit it to DH.