Two weeks ago today, I had my latest prenatal doctor's appointment. We found out we're having a boy. We haven't made any public announcements. We've just told family. And this would have been the case if it had been a girl, too, I think. My own personal reasoning for this is simply that I don't want my child's gender to be at the center of their identity. But, I will be honest. I was hoping for a girl. Sounds hypocritical right? To have a gender preference and not want my child's life to be defined by gender? But, it's not that I wanted a feminine child. It's not that I wanted a child who wears pink, does exclusively ballet, and grows up to be a homemaker. And, in the same vein, it's not that my fear in having a boy is that he will be a masculine boy. I did want a girl for the fact that I am a girl and I feel like I know better how to relate to girls. But more than that, I was afraid to raise a boy. And possibly, not for the reasons...