There are few things that bother me more than people who discriminate against gender in babies. It may sound weird, but it happens all the time. There are people who genuinely don’t “like” boys, though on rare, occasion, I’ll hear something equally as inane about a girl. I have friends who, having girls, will say things like, “Oh, girls are just the sweetest. I wouldn’t know what to do with a BOY.” Oh yes, those terrible baby boys. If only they knew. They think all boys yell and scream and crash into things and hit. My boys weren’t like those boys — I mean they could be at times, but that was not how I would define their personalities. I have both boys and girls myself, and while there are a few discernible differences, they do not come in the form of sweetness. My boys could cuddle with the best of them. My girl is a cuddler, but nothing like how my middle child (my boy) was. Ooh, he would just nuzzle right into my neck. To this day, I still say that if he could go back inside, he would. He just loves to snuggle and be held, and says the sweetest things– like, “Mommy, you’re my own pretty princess. I love you so much” followed by a kiss. Delicious. My girl is sweet as pie, but at times she can actually be more crazed than my boys ever were. She is not, as my husband says, a “teacup” girl. I digress. I didn’t find out the gender when I was pregnant with my first two, and I “tried” for a girl for my third, so I did find out with her. The things people felt comfortable saying were astonishing. ”Oh, just wait and see — girls are the best” followed by a “girls are forever.” Puke. My own mother has some pretty damn loyal boys. They’d say things like, “it’s so much fun shopping for girls” or ” even the occasional “you’re so lucky. I only had boys.” My new favorite is a friend of mine who’s pregnant, has a girl already, and isn’t finding out the gender of her baby. Her whole family will say things like, “Oh, we just know it’s a girl. You can have all the boys.” Even their insinuations about the baby being a girl are infuriating. It’s clear they don’t want a boy, but temper what they say in the case they do – thing like “just a healthy baby. But we know it’s going to be a girl.” As if they might have just “jinxed” something. The things they don’t say outright are almost as infuriating as the things they do. All babies are a blessing, all adults are not.