Boy or girl?
I remember the night before the scan when we are supposed to find out the gender of our little berry. I was in the shower, praying. I prayed that God’s will be done, and that the gender of the baby will be according to what He deems best for us. I gave it to Him, the expectations, the pressure, the burden I’m not meant to bear.
So why do I feel this lack of restedness when I heard that GY’s brother is expecting a baby boy?