You will not believe how many people back in the day — strangers or people we know — that had thrown disappointment or pity when they saw that we had three girls. When I was pregnant with Ruby (our third girl), a distant family friend said “Another girl?! Aww I’m sorry. Maybe the next one will be a boy!” Guys, I had never expressed to her or anyone that we were trying for a boy or that we were disappointed in any way. I told her we were thrilled & were excited to be raising three sisters. // Okay, so I fully believe that God puts specific desires in our hearts and to someone it is a son or a daughter or a child or three children or whatever it is & those dreams are beautiful & so so precious. I guess I just don’t think those things are safe assumptions to be painted broadly on everyone everywhere? That it’s usually a desire spoken among friends with love and understanding between them & shouldn’t be one thrown out to a pregnant woman (or mother trying to get it together) in pity? Heyyooo, it’s something we literally have zero control over. We are beyond blessed to have Jonas in our family & I am so stoked that I get to raise this little boy but people have approached me talking about Jonas as the prize and our girls as the stepping stones. Nopeeee. This wasn’t like winning the gender lottery - we won the lottery four times, ya feel? I’ve got to figure out some better clever comebacks and yeah yeah, I know that people usually don’t mean anything by their comments, but maybe I’ll save the good comebacks for the extra rudies? // Alsoooo, on a side note: why so much pressure for a specific experience? I get that there are the usual expectations of how boys can be and how girls can be but some girls and some boys will love + follow + be “what isn’t often expected” so who knows? Is anything ever guaranteed? I know a boy taking ballet & I’ve watched girls play ice hockey. Some girls will be closer to their dads and some boys to their moms and vice versa. Some girls will want to throw the ball around and some boys will want to watch a good Pixar movie & cry. I mean, wassup guys it’s 2018.