Sex is a funny thing. It seems like people either know exactly what they want (and can tell you without thinking twice), or they have absolutely no clue.
I’m talking about the sex of a baby here people. Get your minds out of the gutter!
I’ve talked to women who want all of one, or one of each. One first, and the other to follow. An order in which the sexes should come already laid out in their minds.
Most of those close to me have already decided what I’m having. They call that not even yet created baby a “he” or “she” without hesitation; as though this information is already a given.
I have a friend who was explaining centrifuging to me recently, and letting me know that I could actually pre-pick the sex of my baby.
All I would have to do is know what I want.
And I don’t. I don’t have any clue. I couldn’t care less what I get, I just want a baby.
I could never go the route of centrifuging, because I could never choose. Beyond that though, I want as many embryos to come out of this cycle as possible. I want to know there are some little back up plans frozen away and waiting for me to either give it another go after a failed attempt, or give this child a sibling. I would never want to do anything that could limit those possibilities, but the idea is enticing.
If I had any inkling which way I would go!
(completely random side note: I was honored to be asked this week to do a guest post for a friend in honor of National Infertility Awareness Week. If you want to check it out, you can do so here.)
My entire life I always really thought I wanted boys. I just love little boys. I love their attitudes and their random bouts of affection. I love their rough and tumble nature and their sense of humor. I love how little boys love their mommies. I have always been a guys-girl myself, and I’ve always said I wanted a house full of boys.
Recently though, I’ve been thinking that I could be a really great mom to a little girl. I’ve never been a girly-girl, but for some reason the idea of little pigtails and dresses gets me kind of giddy to think about. I can picture in my head the talks about boys and the advice I could give from my own trials and tribulations as a pre-teen and beyond. I am passionate about working with teenage girls anyway, and I do very well with that angsty set. I think I could be a good mom to a girl whose hormones are so out of control she doesn’t know which way is up.
I think I could do it right.
With boys there is that whole circumcision dilemma, and I don’t even know where I would begin when it came to issues of a sexual nature. With girls though, there would be a greater sense of responsibility to protect them I think; this unexplainable drive to keep them safe from all the harm that threatens little girls in this world.
I simply can’t decide. I just want a baby, and I would be ecstatic no matter what I got. I could see the pros and cons to both, and I would never be able to choose.
Maybe I want them both.
But let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.
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