Yeah whatevs OP. You don't understand it, lucky you. When my DS was born my only though was who are you and why do I have to look after you? Of course, I had galloping PND which was making me feel that way but god I wanted a girl.
I remember one low point, walking through marks and sparks and having to avert my eyes from the happy, bright girls clothes as I walked to the sludgy, grey department.
I got treatment, got better, bonded with my son. It's all great now and of course I wouldn't change him for the world. But I'm sick of being told oh it's so shallow to want a girl, what difference does a vagina make etc.
For me, I just felt so alien from the whole boy world. I am a girl. I speak fluent female. Men are lovely but I've never understood the buggers. I wanted one like me.
And sorry but no, it's not just a vagina. Men and women are usually very different. If they were the same, there would be a website called Dadsnet rammed with reams of heartfelt posts from men desperate to solve their relationship issues, share parenting advice and offload about their complicated family situs.
But there isn't. Men are different.
I'm quickly realising that in my own world, having a boy is like winning the parenting lottery. I'm a fundamentally lazy person and I love seeing DP and DS swan off to do sporty outdoor stuff and giving me precious sofa time. Sure, girls love that stuff too but experience has shown me that as they approach puberty their desire to get muddy lessens.
I have a radical feminist mother, who tried to bring us up as 'gender free' as possible. I admire her for that, she was very brave. But I'm still a fairly stereotypical woman in most ways, and my brother is your average bloke, although he knows who Andrea Dworkin is.
I'm thrilled to have a son. I can't wait to watch him grow and become a man. I'm cured of wanting a girl. But those early days were hell, and if op doesn't understand then I don't give a fuck.