I wanted girls. Preferably 3 girls. I was surrounded by little boys when I was growing up and I couldn't stand them.
DC1 was a girl, followed swiftly by DS1, DS2 and DS3.
20+ years later and they are very different people. DD left home at 17, goes off and does her own thing, and we rarely hear from her. DS1 won't move out. DS2 is glued to my hip and rings me several times a day. DS3 is so unlike the rest of the family I wonder if the fairies swapped him. DD2 is 7. When they told me she was a girl I was momentarily disappointed. I'd had such a blast with the boys growing up that I really wanted to do it again.
She likes nothing better than to be outside. Climbing trees, turning upside down, running. She is permanently dirty and bruised. She will wear whatever I put on her without comment. I am training her to lay the table, simply because I didn't with her siblings and regretted it when I had 4 teens lolling about. As she is 7 she enjoys helping. I suspect that will change. As much as she resembles her sister she is nothing like her. I have 5 individuals with 5 unique personalities, not an amorphous mass of "the boys" and another of "the girls".