I haven't been hanging out on this board much, but I've realized that my GD experience will always be a part of me, even though I am having my daughter.
Today I was shopping in Target with my two boys, and a man approached me. "Let me guess, another boy?"
I was, of course, happy to smile and say, "Oh, no. This one's a girl." It wasn't until then that I saw that he had three little girls (like stairsteps in age) in his cart. He was tattooed all over, with a sleeveless shirt and torn jeans.
"Oh, you're lucky. Most of us who go for a third when we have two of the same just go on to have another."
I wanted to say that statistically, it's pretty close to 50/50, or to say something about swaying, but I've realized that there was nothing I could have said to make the poor guy feel better. I saw him again in the parking lot loading his girls into his lifted truck full of NRA stickers and other stereotypical "man's man" decor. It occurred to me that he probably put a lot of stock into having a son, and I probably have his dream family.
It will always stick with me, how deep in GD I was, and I hope to always remember how painful it was so that I can be sensitive to people still in the depths of it. It also dawned on me that I would have given a snappy, possibly mean response, if I'd had a boy in my belly. I wish other people would mind their own business about the family make-up of others, but I'm grateful for the perspective, and the empathy for those who wear their GD on their sleeves, like I used to.