My heart sunk just a little bit the day I found out I was having a girl when pregnant with my daughter.
I wasn’t disappointed that I would be mom to a girl. What I dreaded was being bombarded by pink and princess everything from well-meaning family and friends who got sucked into gendered marketing. I was determined my child would come into the world knowing there was more to it than fuchsia, mauve and tiaras.
So my husband and I made a pact that we would keep the sex a secret until the big day. Still, that didn’t stop people from guessing based on how I carried and mostly what I craved to eat.
It was sandwiches to start but then it was citrus everything. —Continue reading—