Whether you turn out to be a boy or a girl, I assure you I’ll be equally excited.
I used to always think I wanted a boy for two reasons. First, like any good ol’ fashioned dad, I want to have a son who is a star athlete and the cool guy on campus…ideally a football quarterback (the sport I never played but wished I did), but I’d also accept basketball point guard (clearly, the only position you possibly could play with Chinese height). Between your mother and me, I have a good sense of your gene pool, and it’s not looking likely you’d go down either of those athletic routes. It’s a pipe dream, but as they say, shoot for the stars.
The second reason I wanted a boy is because I didn’t want a girl. Why? Well, because I didn’t think I could handle the stress of having a teenage daughter and always worrying about her getting pregnant. It’s not quite GAME OVER if you do, but it’s close – it’d be like Game Over with a “Do you want to continue?” screen and the only option is “Yes.”
Beyond that, I had never really thought about whether I would want a girl or boy. But having spent more time with Kili, who is a girl, she has instilled this feeling in me that she’s my baby who I want to protect (and potty train). I guess that’s where the saying “daddy’s girl” comes from. I just get it now.
So if you do turn out to be a girl, I apologize in advance. I am going to duly threaten any and every boy that looks your way :) And if you’re a boy, well, just don’t go knocking up someone else’s daughter.