I'm a boy mom. Plain and simple as that. And honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't like frills, pink, tutus, nail polish, and princess tea parties. Shit, I like to leave that stuff to myself and myself only. So why do we as a society constantly ask parents when they will try for the gender that they clearly were not graced with?

Here's a little insight-Have you ever heard of a double sterilization? No? Ah yes, that's because I made that up. A double sterilization is when both mom and dad decided to get neutered...humanly speaking. Where we quite literally decided to take extra steps to make sure that we didn't add any more freaking crotch goblins to our family. We love our kids, but fuck, we love our independence too. And no one tells you about how much you'll be pulling out your hair, how many times you have to stuff Oreos down your pants and hide in the bathroom to eat them, the lack of privacy, how many times a day you're wiping a little human's ass, and the pure driven anxiety when checking all the windows and doors before going to bed at night.

When I had my tubal ligation* last week, I kept thinking how great it's going to be to no longer hear people nagging about adding more kids to my family. Since day one, this has been a constant issue for people not respecting our personal space and the desire to not have kids. Yes, there was a time when my husband and I clearly only wanted a life with dogs. Thank god that changed to cats. Today's society has this stick up their butt about intruding on a newly married couple's space. I have been saying this since I got married-Why must we assume to invade the wishes of a young couple and ask "When are the kids coming" as soon as a husband and wife say "I do." Instant gratification much, and for whom? The grandparents? Why? So you can babysit and run back home to your peaceful and quiet home. All while these newlyweds are learning their new life together and now a baby on top of it? But it doesn't stop there.

Just wait until you have your first baby. Your vagina can't even recover before someone is asking about when you'll be adding a second child. It's like you can't enjoy your marriage and now you can't enjoy your first child, because we must please others by adding more children to this crazy world of ours. But it doesn't stop there.

Now you're two kids in and you're asked about adding a third. Better yet, when are you going to try for that girl? Bitch, please. I did my duty to society. I created, birthed, and went through hell with postpartum just to obtain a status quo. Of course, my husband and I would have loved a girl. But Lord knows we'd fail that too and probably get triplets that were all boys had we tried again. Selfishly speaking, however, my husband and I love the ability to not tote a car seat everywhere, one kid can already buckle himself in, we're almost potty trained, there's no more formula expense, we're practically done with diapers, and if a child wants to have a temper tantrum in the middle of Target, well, all I have to do is glare at him and he thinks I'm Satan ready to take away his beloved tablet. I'm good with that.

Let's stop popping people's bubble. Maybe they like their family of all girls or boys. Maybe it works for them. But let's stop asking the question, please. Nine times out of ten, when you see that family with the third child and it's the same gender they've already got, you know that they tried...think about it. It's a done deal. Now be done.