I watched this last night and said to dh part way through that there were probably loads of women currently putting their feet through the tv with anger at these women.
But
I wanted to put a point of view across which I am aware leaves me open to a flaming.
These women were chosen for a Channel 4 documentary, and we know how balanced and non-sensationalist C4 tend to be in these matters . The one who had twin girls in particular was chosen - and no doubt edited appropriately - clearly to rattle people's cages.
The thing is, there are probably a lot of women (and men) who have a hankering after a particular sex. Statistically, a lot of them will end up having a child of that sex and will never know what it's like not to have that hankering satisfied. And the majority of those who don't still manage to behave like mature, responsible, sensible and rational grown-ups and get over it and are thankful for the beautiful kids that they have. But there are some people who don't, and I can sympathise with them because I am one of them. I have 3 of one sex, but have always wanted the other.
Now, watching that programme did help me in one way. Like those women, I have always tried to rationalise why I have had a desire for a child of one sex, but watching last night made me realise that I can't rationalise it. It is completely and totally irrational. There is nothing in my childhood, no significant event in my life, nothing to explain it. Unlike most of the women last night who seemed to want some kind of living doll to dress up I'm really not fussed about that. Or they seemed to be lonely, and want a pre-packaged friend - well I have friends, and I am my children's mother first, and besides I remember being bloody awful to my mother as a teenager and about as far from being her friend as possible!
It's also important, I think, to reassure you all that I am aware of how lucky I am, I am grateful for my beautiful, healthy children who I love to distraction, and I am aware of how incredibly abhorrent my irrational feelings are. But much as there's no benefit in telling someone who is depressed that there are people worse off in the world and they should pull themselves together, telling me that there are women who would kill to be as lucky as I am and carry 3 pregnancies with no difficulties doesn't make my irrationality disappear, it just makes me feel more worthless. But please believe me, I am not the way those women came over (and suspect some of them aren't when unedited too!) in that I have no dissatisfaction with my children. I think they are the most amazing people, gorgeous in every way, astonishing. And if they were a different sex I could not love them more, or even any differently. This is the thing: this desire for one gender is so utterly irrational, for me it is devolved entirely from real life and my existing family. If I had 10 boys I would love them completely, if I had 10 girls I would love them completely, if I had 5 of each I would love them completely and equally. It's like if I had the gender I desire, the desire would vanish and I would get on with life etc. I wouldn't suddenly treat that child differently, wouldn't see it as the saviour of my future happiness. It would, I believe, from the moment of it's arrival just be another of my children, it's just that the stupid, horrid, hateful thoughts I have would disappear.
I don't know if I am explaining this very well - I struggle to explain it to myself! And I totally understand that, especially for women who have struggled to conceive or lost a child, that there is no way I could ever explain it in a way that would be understandable. It is a feeling I wish I didn't have. And, unlike those women, it is not a feeling I will allow to rule my life. I am happy, and would never say that only a child of a certain gender would make me complete, and would never dream of continuing to have children (or heaven forbid PGD) just to get what I want. But it is possible to be a relatively normal human being and still have pretty abnormal yearnings. I don't believe the desire will ever go away, I just learn to ignore it, or slap myself from time to time, or give my children huge hugs because acknowledging the desire makes me feel like the worst mother on the planet (and that, I think, is why that American woman went to her child's room when she got her negative test). Life goes on, I haven't got what I wanted, but that's life. It doesn't mean I didn't want it, but 3 kids is enough for our family and I wouldn't change a thing about any of them.