For myself... esp since i can only have one... it took me a bit to come to terms with never having a daughter. ((Standard caveats apply here, my son is the light and joy in my life and always has been! NEVER disappointed in haivng HIM)...
And by "a bit" I mean it hit me when he was 2 or 3 and I was watching him play with another little girl at a playplace. That girl was "my" daughter. Long hair in a pony tail & boys clothes & climbing all over the place with him.
Oh.
Headsmack.
My "daughter" (not that little girl, but the little girl I'll never have) is sooooooooo lucky NEVER to have had me for a mom!!! With my son, I had no expectations on personality, appearance, likes/dislikes. I just got to know HIM. Who HE was/is, and watch with rather wondering eyes as he grows up.
If I'd had a girl like I'd hoped, that poor thing would have had expectations SHOVED on her from the womb onward! A femme-tomboy who would (of course) do these sports, and these classes, and go these places with me, and would wear this and that, and like this and not that, and SHEESH!!! Poor kid! What if I'd had a girly-girl? Or a butch tomboy? Either would have been MISERABLE shoved into the little box my expectations would have put on her! And I'd have missed out on soooooooo much!
I actually see the reverse happening all the time in my circle of mom-friends. They WANT the girly-girl who likes what they do... but they have a tomboy and spend YEARS fighting it, and being disappointed, and taking things personally.
I was pretty snide in my own mind about those women (having grown up a tomboy myself, with some pretty girly-girl sisters) it has NOTHING to do with what the parents want. It has to do with who the kid IS.
I sure got my own comeuppance on that playground that day when I. realized. I. was. just. like. them!!!
My SON is lucky to have me for a mom, and triple lucky he wasn't born a girl!!!
As always... this is just MY experience. No idea if it's true for you... but it was my moment of clarity that tossed the gender dissappointment right out the window for good! (of course, one doesn't care when their baby is born, but you know what I mean). What's even more humbling is that for ME... knowing doesn't matter. If I had a girl tomorrow... I'd struggle. And if she was a retiring-blossom-princessy-girly-girl... I'd suffer. I do NOT get on with that type of girl/woman. I just don't. Even knowing ahead of time to TRY and let her be who she is... I'd at BEST tolerate the things she loved, because I can't stand them. Which is a lousy way to grow up... with a mom who 'tolerates' who you are.