Gender disappointment 

The question everyone wants to an answer to “what do you want a boy or a girl” every single pregnant woman must reply back with ” I don’t mind as long as baby is healthy” 

What we don’t actually tell people is we have a gender in our heads from the moment we find out we’re pregnant 

We have their clothes picked out, along with the name and all other things

I am one of ten mothers that will get “gender disappointment” and god forgive if you tell anyone about it 

  • Be happy you can have children

  • His healthy that’s all that matters

  • His dads happy to have a son

  • Stop feeling so ungrateful  

The worst one is ” but that’s not a real thing how can anyone be disappointed in a gender of a baby ”

I felt like I needed to tell my story of gender disappointment for others struggling with no-one to talk to because ” your ungrateful ” you are not alone and it is a real thing that should be talked about more !

YOU ARE NOT ALONE ❤️

My baby wasn’t planned but I came to terms with becoming a young mum. Once I came to terms with being pregnant I longed for a little girl with bows & dresses.

Her name was picked and I would not wait to meet my princess.

All the old wives was telling me girl, everything I was given was for a girl but one lady gave me a photo frame ( birthday boy my 1st birthday) I guess that was a sign out of everything pink and pretty there was a blue photo frame looking me dead in the eye.

When people would look at my bump and say”mmm I guess it’s going to be a boy” I would scream and tell them there wrong it’s a little girl but oh how I was wrong

My boyfriend said from day one he wants a little boy, I would laugh and say nope gonna have a little princess

When the 20 week scan came I was outside the room adding little dresses into my shopping basket I must of had 1000 bows and socks with bows to match ready to go once I had confirmation she’s a little girl, they still wait in my basket.

I heard my name be called as I walked into the room I heard my boyfriend say I bet his a boy, shut up don’t be stupid,

My mum and his aunt waited outside I heard them both say I bet it’s a boy. 

As I lay waiting for the lady to tell me I’m having a girl she asked us what we hoped for without thinking I said a little girl and my boyfriend said a boy

As the scan went on I lay there wondering what my daughter would look like.

“Aw look at his little face” the lady said but she tried to say she said this.

She then went to scan in between the legs and there it was it legs wide open with a little willy… ” it’s a boy” 

My boyfriends face lit up with a huge smile, I wanted to cry.

Once out of the room my mum and his aunt were dying to know what we was having

I walked off I didn’t wanna tell anyone I was the mother of a son…

After that everyone took my boyfriend to the pub to celebrate him getting his son… but what about me ? What do I have to celebrate? My daughter is dead, 

My mum, nan and little sister took me shopping to buy little boy outfits, but I didn’t wanna see blue I wanted pink, I stood and cried in the girls area & walked out the shop, I didn’t wanna buy anything blue, my son doesn’t own anything blue till this day.

The joy I finally got in my pregnancy was gone with three words”it’s a boy” 

Everyone asked for a scan photo on facebook 

Stupid me put ” can’t wait to find out if it’s gonna be pink or blue” three hours before hand 

I had planned for a gender reveal balloon to be done at my baby shower but my baby shower never happened I didn’t want anyone knowing I am the mother of a son.

I posted a photo on facebook instead, with no words just a photo of the babies face

Roll on the come on what are you having comments 

My boyfriends sister posted it all over facebook she’s getting a nephew… great everyone now knows I am the mother of a son…

While everyone I know is pregnant or had little girls I am stuck with a son 

People say you can always try again but what if it’s another boy? No-one thinks about that one.
I would like to say it will past and it gets easier but for me it hasn’t 

I hate the fact I am the mother of a son