Fair warning....

It's only fair to warn people before they commit some punishable offense.  Like trespassing.  Post a "No Trespassing" sign, then in the event someone ignores your "advice", you can shoot them.  Because you can assume those who so willingly ignored you, mean you ill will or harm. 

So with that, I issue this warning...

In the future, anyone who reacts to the news that I'm having another baby boy with any sort of disappointment, regret, or automatically assumes that I'm disappointed because they have some misguided notion that I must have wanted a girl, will get an abrupt verbal machete through their throat.

An appropriate reaction to "It's a boy!" isn't, "Bummer" or any sort of "aw shucks" or sympathetic facial expression.

Surely, you must be having some sort of stroke.  Or you must not realize the advanced level of bitch x pregnant you are dealing with.   

I have very little tolerance left at this point in my life for all the people who seem hellbent on either making me feel like crap about the way I look (those people, I've taken to all but ignoring because you've proven you aren't worth the time it takes to wipe the tears) or expressing their condolences on the gender of my unborn. 

Let me make this more than clear: I am MORE than ecstatic to be having another boy.  I can't imagine it any other way, in fact.  I have always envisioned myself as a boy mom.  I don't mind the mess, blood, or wheels off nature of boys.  I ♥ it actually.  Being a mama to a little boy is an amazing and indescribable thing.  And it's a thing that doesn't come with the drama and nonsensical insanity of the teenage years of a girl.  ::shudder:: 

And while it definitely has perks (no dual PMS rages or having my clothes/shoes permanently borrowed), that doesn't make raising little boys "easier".  Sure, doing your best not to raise a slutty, rebellious hellion who has planned parenthood on speed dial sounds really rough.  It genuinely does.  That sounds exhausting.  And I feel for all the girl mom's out there in that regard.  Having been a teenage girl, and not one particularly easy to deal with (I'm sure that comes as a shock), I can't imagine being on the receiving end of my bratty, stupid, over dramatic teenage nonsense.  Good GAWD.  My parents are SAINTS.  They didn't murder me violently with a dull blade or let me pout myself into dehydration and death over some grade/boyfriend/party/boyfriend/too short skirt/boyfriend.  And that speaks a LOT about their level of tolerance and love for me.  Because... between the boys and the trouble at school... what a mess.  And there are still things they don't know.  And probably don't want or need to know.  Ever.

I have nothing against little girls.  My friends have little girls that I adore.  I'm not anti-girl or trying to start a boys vs. girls war.  I think kids are awesome.  Regardless of gender.  I'm just trying to make a point.         

As a grown woman, imagine the pressure to raise a genuinely good MAN.  Someone who will one day presumably be a family provider, a devoted, supportive and loving husband, and an attentive, involved and patient father.  To raise a little boy to not make the mistakes of every insensitive guy who ever broke your heart in a way or for a reason that he should have known better than to do.  To teach a child how to one day be the master of a household?  To respect and value everyone else's, even your, little girls?  To be the opposite of what the world is trying to turn him into?  To be bigger than the lazy, divorce happy, financially inept, noncommittal majority of men today?  That is a huge responsibility.  And I don't particularly appreciate it being downplayed.  I'm not exactly one who can see the future, but I don't think my boys' future spouses and children would particularly appreciate me ignoring or half-assing that responsibility, either.     

And now, you've been warned.  I will no longer paste a fake smile on my face and calmly ignore the urge to let my rage bubble over at the overt rudeness of your idiocracy.  If you're dumb enough to say it, I am happy to respond in my favorite manner... completely and truthfully unfiltered and with the hope that afterward you learn to stay as far away from me as you can.