As you know, this Thursday Nick and I find out the sex of our baby-to-be.
I know I’m supposed to say this, but I’m going to say it anyway: I
don’t care what it is. I really don’t. Sure, I can see why some people
in my situation -- already having one boy -- would want to have a girl, but I just want to have a baby. A healthy baby. After surviving cancer, frankly I’m lucky to have any children at all.
But everyone I talk to about the big reveal -- and I mean,
everyone -- says, “I hope it’s a girl!” “Fingers crossed for a girl!”
“Let’s pray for a girl!” So now I feel like I should want a girl. “One
of each!” they say, “it will be perfect!” Hmmm. Sure, I would love to
have a girl -- I’m one of three daughters in my family so of course I
think girls rock -- but I would also love to have another boy. I’ve
always been a fan of same-sex siblings (perhaps because I never had a
brother…).

Of course I would love a daughter...I'm one of three girls! (Here I am
with my sisters.)
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