At my 24 week checkup of child number 2, the ultrasound technician happily informed me that the precious bundle of joy I was carrying was a boy. I cried. No, I wept, maybe wailed is more like it. I did NOT want a boy.
I already had a boy and in order to complete the perfect little family I’d envisioned, I NEEDED a girl. Our son would grow up to be an athlete, possibly an Olympian, and our daughter would grow up to be a world renown doctor or scientist.As I got home that afternoon, I had another panic attack.