Hey, Hey Waffle gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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But let's crack on with today's first story, which comes from Brilliant Proud, who says

I the asshole for predetermining

my baby's sex? Sorry if the title isn't great. I had a hard time coming up with something

that would make sense. Hopefully it does and it's not misleading. Okay to start, me 27 female

and my husband 28 male have been married for four years.

His parents, his mother specifically and I never had any problems.

But we've never quite meshed or seen eye to eye.

We've always gone along and been civil.

Our future family has been the talk for years.

My husband will be the last of his siblings to have

children. All of his siblings have at least one. It's been a running joke in the family that if

our first happens to be a girl, she won't be accepted because everyone else had a boy for a firstborn.

The joke has never sat quite right with me, but I've laughed it off because I don't want

to start anything and maybe I'm just being sensitive. Fast forward to a few months ago,

when we started trying. It took about three months for me to get pregnant. We tracked my cycle

and had scheduled sex for the best chance. Infertility runs in my family family and my hubby and I agreed on a big family

so I've been worried about starting a family so late in the game. When I did get pregnant, we were

overjoyed. We had all the typical couple's conversations that come with having a baby, the excitement,

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