My first child was a boy and I was thrilled,it was what I was hoping for.While giving birth to my second baby the doctor said "what did you say your other child was," I told him it was a boy and as he was pulling the baby out of me he said "well,it's a.......another boy". I would be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. But I did(do) dearly love him.

When I was pregnant with my 3rd child(and by then a person could find out the gender)I was devastated to find out it was another boy.I so much had wanted a girl.

I decided to not have anymore kids after the 3rd one.I may have eventually had a girl but I just simply didn't want to have anymore,3 was more than enough.

It really bothered me and depressed me for many years.Especially when everyone around me was popping out girls.I was the only one in my family that didn't have all girls ironically.

I grew to accept the fact that I would never have a daughter.And tbh,I an actually glad I didn't have one and am so grateful and blessed to have my sons.I have a granddaughter now and feel blessed.

I believe we have what we are meant to have.We may not always get what we want but maybe we get what we need.(and now I'm hearing the Rolling Stones singing "you can't always get what you want" in my mind.Lol)