As soon as I began showing with Nora the general public took that as a sign they could come up to me and say any and everything they wanted. Apparently when you are pregnant with your third child, especially when your other two children are the same sex, you will be subjected to some borderline rude comments. Here are a few of my favorite (spoken sarcastically!) questions/comments I get to hear almost daily…
Are you finally getting a boy? Obviously, now that I am no longer pregnant I don’t hear this one anymore but it was bestowed on me frequently while I was pregnant. I mean, are you serious with this question! Is it not possible to be satisfied, or (gasp) even be happy with all girls?
Your poor husband, he didn’t get his boy Yes, I’m sure Lorne would have been happy to have a boy, but is he disappointed that he got three beautiful girls instead, NO!
Wow, all girls! (Spoken in a sad voice with the pity head tilt) Again, what is wrong with girls? I’m actually incredibly happy to have ended up with all girls for your information.
Will you guys try for a boy? Apparently it is the 1700s and we must have a boy to carry on the family name and work on the farm in order to be happy. Seriously! No, we will not be trying for a boy.
Wow, you really have your hands full!! Yes, I do sometimes literally have my hands full, like when I walked into Target this morning with Nora in the Ergo, Anna on my hip and my other hand full of reusable bags and my purse! However, most of the time I have it all perfectly under control. I don’t really need a strangers opinion on my work load.
Are they all yours?! Ummm, no, I just thought I’d bring a couple of extra kids to the store with me to make my trip extra fun! :/ Seriously, it isn’t like I have ten kids or something! Since when did three kids become some unmanageable amount?
What I take away from these ridiculous comments and questions is that many people still live in the dark ages when the only acceptable offspring were males. And, having three kids makes me some sort of crazy kid lady who can’t possibly manage all the work. It takes a lot of will power not to respond with the snarky, sarcastic comments floating around in my head. Instead, I politely smile and walk away as fast as I can because I have my hands full raising my 3 girls and mourning the fact I don’t have a son I don’t have time to deal with the insanity and reeducate people