We didn't find out the gender of any of our babies in advance.
I am essentially an old fashioned girl at heart
and the modern world has so few real suprises left
that Mr Boozle and I didn't want to know.
When our first born was a boy,
I was kind of shocked.
I had always visualised myself as a mother of girls.
I spent 2 years of early high school at a very small, all-girls school
and I believe that this is the time, as an adolescent, that you learn to relate/deal with/interact with boys.
Ever since then,
I have always found it easier to communicate with girls.
Or more so, I struggle with guys.
Still, he was very cute and kind of defenseless
so we took him home anyway.
When number two arrived, another (very cute) bouncing baby boy,
I thought how nice it would be that 20 month apart siblings were the same sex.
They could find common interests
or, failing that,
at least all-out-warfare would be on pretty even terms
(unlike the all-out-warfare between my older brother and I as young kids)
I decided that I wanted a third before number two was born.
So it wasn't about having a girl.
(I just had to persuade Mr Boozle that he wanted a third)
I had read that,
once you have either two girls or two boys already,
statistically speaking, you are 75% more likely to have another child of the same gender.
So we went to hospital without any girls' names on the list
and without any girlie clothes in the suitcase.
When the little goddess popped out,
we were seriously in shock
and after 4 years of boy's colours in our house,
it took 6 months to get used to having pink in the house.
(It really, really did.
And whodathunk that there were so many shades of pink?)
She is a girlie girl.
But she is also her brothers' sister.
A tiara-wearing, pink-lovin' princess in commando boots
who is right in the middle of the muddy scrum.
It is one of life's little card games
that we can peek early to see what cards we have been dealt if we want
but it is up to the shuffle as to what we get.
Squishy Love cowl- Amanda Keeys.