So I think what we've learned here, is that TikTok is shit?
Sex reveal parties, crack on. Sex reveal parties that are supposed to be funny because the mum has 7 boys already and was hoping for a girl? Desperately unfunny.
As is all of TikTok.
Sex disappointment is as hormonally driven as the desire to have kids. I found out I was pregnant with DS2 at 22 weeks. Did I cry in a secret hormonal puddle because I was having a boy? No, I cried in a secret hormonal puddle because I knew I wasn't going to experience having a daughter in my life. Not to dress her up, or "have a best friend", or buy pink shite (I hate pink, does not complement my skin tone at all!), but because I have a beautiful relationship with my mum and my sister and I wanted to replicate that.
Was I disappointed when DS2 arrived? Not in a million years. I was more fiercely protective over him than I ever was over DS1.
And bizarrely enough, whenever I picture having a 3rd baby, I always imagine a mythical 3rd son.
So yes, sex disappointment is real but inexplicable and anecdotally always related to the relationships we have with our parents/siblings, and it takes a beat to adjust or accept the picture in our heads of what we thought we'd experience.
I always thought of it this way. I've always wanted to go back to Australia, I love it, had the best time of my life there.
I've also always desperately wanted to go to Norway to see the aurora. Sex disappointment for me, was like being offered the chance of a lifetime to go back to Australia or to Norway, and being told that Norway was off the itinerary.
Disappointed that I wouldn't get to go, but overjoyed that I'd get to go back to Australia!