@PremiumRaa This is going to be long, but I think it's important to know you aren't alone.
My first was a boy and I was disappointed, of myself and 6 friends I was the only one who didn't have a girl, so it stung that they were all comparing names and swapping tiny pink clothes and toys, and I was the odd one out.. He wasn't a mummy's boy either, and it had me pondering several times if I was even cut out to be a mother. He was much later diagnosed with additional needs, but having no frame of reference, I thought this was just what a boy was like. Unaffectionate, loud, uninterested, most days a battle. I saw the social media of "mother's and daughters" and being a girly girl, longed for that portrayed closeness, and cleaness, a best friend for life companionship, the "mini me" in pretty dresses and Barbie dolls, and looked at the stark difference at my experience as a mother.
When we then fell unexpectedly pregnant with DTwins, and the sonagrapher announced the first was a boy, I was a little panicked, but then she announced the second was a girl, and suddenly I felt ok. At this point, eldest DS was undiagnosed, and I expected a carbon copy of him. But at least I have a girl. Quiet, thoughtful, cuddly, I thought.
DTwins are nearly 4. Boy twin, is the most loving, sweetest, compassionate little soul. He is my shadow, even rushes to climb in my bath because he wants to be with mummy all the time. If he were my first, I would probably have many more children, as he would be what I was basing that decision on. He throws his little arms around me, and it's just perfect. He'll wander over, just to say he loves me, then wanders back off to whatever he was doing. He's fantastic.
Girl twin is a strange little character. Really quirky. Packs her pockets full of insects. Doesn't like dolls. Refuses dresses and skirts. Anything pink is a no go. And now I compare this experience to my 6 friends who have their now older daughters, I now realise how similar their experience is, Vs what they portray, mainly online. Turns out, very few girls are the pink frilly types society makes us think we're getting. We might be able to control the narrative (and dress code) whilst the child is under 2, but when they start becoming their own person, this soon fades. Mine is grubby, pokes about in the mud far more than either brother. She is a hurricane of a child, more "boy" than either of my actual boys.
I do understand your disappointment, and you'll think it's so easy for me to say, as I "got" a girl. But what society, media, even our own peers, lead us to believe what a mother/daughter relationship is, truly is not that. I'm sure you'll get someone come along soon enough and declare they are exactly like the matching mama/mini me gorgeous, giggling duos all over social media. They are the exception not the rule. I certainly do not have a girl in any shape of how girls are constantly portrayed to me.
Truly, if I knew then, what I know now, I wouldn't be bothered about having a girl at all. Please, believe me, and enjoy your boys.