With DD I wanted a boy. I was so convinced I was having a boy, I started knitting a blue blanket. I wanted a boy because in my head, I'd always dreamed of having a boy first. I don't know why really. My mum used to say, "I wanted a boy first because he'd look out for the girl". But truth be told, I don't think my brother would have looked after me if he was older than me, anymore than he already did.
When I found out at the 20 week scan it was going to be a girl, I felt like I'd been smacked across the face. I was SO shocked, and part of me was disappointed. It took a couple of weeks until I got excited about having a daughter. In fact, I freaked out a lot and thought the scan was wrong because I was just so convinced.
I guess I always had the big dream of having my own son who adored me. You know when you see on TV, those big hard biker dudes with mum tattoos? "All boys love their mums!" I thought. I also looked at me and my brother and knew that my brother had been the well-behaved child throughout life, and I'd always been the black sheep, the one who "went off the rails".
Guess it just took realising that it wasn't going to be that way. I looked at other families and realised sometimes it was the girls who were well behaved and loved their mums, and the boys who gave their mums panic attacks by not calling to say they'd be late home.
I'm just SO glad I had the scan and came to realise how it didn't matter BEFORE she came, because I'd hate to have gone through the shock and adjustment at that point.
My aunty said she had it when my cousin was born, she "grieved the son she'd lost" because she'd been so convinced it was going to be a boy, she'd formed an idea of "him" in her head, and instead she had this girl who she hadn't bonded with yet.