When you learn that I’m pregnant with my third son, please don’t ask me if I’m going to get pregnant again to try to have a daughter. Please don’t ask me if I want a daughter. Please don’t tell me that I’m going to have my hands full with three sons. Or say something about how sons are better than daughters, anyway. After all, I am a woman and daughter, so it’s not helpful to hear negative feedback about females. Please don’t label me as a ‘boy mom.’ I am a mom to humans who have more characteristics than their gender. Please stop reducing my children and my relationship with them, to their gender. I didn’t have children in order to have ‘one of each’ or to check some sort of gender box that means my family is complete. My miscarriage was a reality check, forcing me to resolve if I was having another baby to have a boy or girl, or a child. And at the end of the day, I confirmed that all I wanted was to bring a new life into the world, and I am only hoping for one that is physically and emotionally heathy. Because ultimately, that is what matters.