Boy or Girl?


Ok My peeps, in exactly two weeks we will be finding out the sex of our love child.  I find it interesting that everyone has an opinion of why they think it’s going to be a boy or a girl.  Some say it’s going to be a boy because of the mad morning sickness Monica had.  Some say it’s going to be a girl because her body is not “Squared” (whatever that means).  Anyways, here’s a poll so you can vote of what you think it’s going to be, so rock the vote!:

Will it be a boy or girl?

  • Girl! (51%, 21 Votes)
  • Boy! (49%, 20 Votes)

Total Voters: 41

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As for me, as long as the baby is healthy, I am happy.  Actually.. I must admit that I would prefer to have a boy.  As a matter of fact, I am terrified, scared to death almost of the thought of having a girl.  Why?  Well, girls are harder to raise.  With boys, you let them be, let them loose, free to discover and conquer their small universe.  You can teach them to not cry, but to be proud of their scraped knees when they fall, because they will be like medals for not “playing it safe,” for exploring, for doing what men do, falling and getting back up; to take on challenges head on.  But with girls?  No, you can’t let them roam free without the territorial instinct of a father, or lion, keeping a close eye on his pride.  No, she will not be told to stop crying when she falls.  She will instead be picked up by this man, who will hold her, kiss her boo-boo and whose heart will probably hurt more than her little scrape.  Then carry her away to safe place where doll houses and tea parties will await her.  But what I am most terrified about is those years… when the teenage years come…  What will I do?  How many must I shoot with my shotgun before I will be able to let go?  Oh man, it’s terrifying!  So yea, I think raising a boy will be easier.  Because I will have to teach him something I already know: how to be a man.  But if God wants to bless us with a princess, I am ready to take on the challenge head on with the dedication of father, a prayer on my mind, a bible in one hand and a shotgun on the other.