{"id":20047,"date":"2014-02-20T06:43:16","date_gmt":"2014-02-20T11:43:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ahealthysliceoflife.com\/?p=20047"},"modified":"2020-02-15T06:51:28","modified_gmt":"2020-02-15T11:51:28","slug":"opening-up-being-pregnant-with-a-second-girl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.ahealthysliceoflife.com\/opening-up-being-pregnant-with-a-second-girl\/","title":{"rendered":"Opening Up: Being Pregnant with a Second Girl"},"content":{"rendered":"

Time to be a little vulnerable for a minute. As I\u2019ve gotten older (a wise old 30 years to be exact), I\u2019ve learned to let spiteful comments roll off my back. Talking about life online, voluntarily, certainly opens me up to some outside commentary, too. I get that. I\u2019ve read some comments that sting, but I usually move on pretty quickly.<\/p>\n

Yes, I\u2019d like to think I\u2019ve toughened up over the past few years, but sometimes words still hurt me. Oddly enough, they usually aren\u2019t the ill-intentioned ones that make an impact. I\u2019ll stop being vague and tell you what has affected me over the past few months…<\/p>\n

Well, hopefully your next one will be a boy.<\/em><\/p>\n

Maybe it\u2019s pregnancy hormones that have me being oversensitive but I cringe when people say that for so many reasons. Let\u2019s start with the fact that we are 95% certain that our family is complete with two wonderful children. Hearing others insinuate that somehow we couldn\u2019t possibly be complete without both sexes frustrates me.<\/p>\n

When a statement hurts, I always look internally first. Is there truth to it? Why does it bother me so much? Well, maybe it\u2019s because I always thought I\u2019d have one of each, too! That\u2019s how I grew up and figured I\u2019d have the same. I believe that\u2019s why I was so convinced this one was a boy. It just had to be, right?<\/p>\n

But this sweet little one in my belly is a GIRL. Not just another<\/em> girl, but mine and David\u2019s daughter, a unique and amazing person that we are so blessed to have and I can\u2019t wait to get to know. With every kick and wiggle in my belly, I fall more and more in love with the idea of raising girls. What an honor. What a responsibility. What an adventure. They will be sisters and hopefully life-long best friends.<\/p>\n

But what about David? Doesn\u2019t every man what a boy? Honestly, I think this is primarily why the statements made by others about having \u201canother\u201d girl hurt me. I was worried that David would be let down.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t believe I even just typed that. <\/em>Don\u2019t I know my husband at all?<\/p>\n

David is fine. He\u2019s more<\/em> than fine. He\u2019s elated to have his girls. He can\u2019t wait to teach them to play soccer and show them how to use a miter saw (eventually\u2026 ;)). We both want to raise strong, confident girls that are self-sufficient and loving. You can so clearly see the love he has Hailey and I can\u2019t help but grin when I picture two little girls hugging on their daddy. He will be the rock for all of us, a task I have no doubt he will excel at.<\/p>\n

Yes, I\u2019m well-aware that this may seem petty and trivial to some which is why I even hesitated to post it. What if it\u2019s just hormones that have my emotions all wacky and oversensitive? Still, in this moment, it feels good to get it out and off my chest.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve learned that ultimately what any pregnant woman wants is for others to be excited for her. Our bodies are changing, our hormones are raging, we are questioning what our lives are going to look like in a few months. The last thing we can handle is someone\u2019s snarky opinion on the number of children we have, the sex of our children, how big or small our baby bump is or any other non-supportive comment.<\/p>\n

To my surprise, there was a box on the front porch when I let Koda out this morning.<\/p>\n

\"Photo<\/a><\/p>\n

It was from a good friend and it warmed my heart more than she probably knows.<\/p>\n

To me, this simple gesture said I\u2019m so happy for you, congratulations, how wonderful!
\n\u2026and there\u2019s nothing more that any hormonal pregnant woman wants to hear.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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