"we're going for a boy this time around! Fingers crossed!"

That shit always makes me think of card collecting or something.

"I orgasmed in my wife seven times!"

In the ye olden times, we'd rejoice over a successful birth, but modern medical care means that preganancy and birth is at its least fatalistic.

People had reasons to celebrate birth pre-1800s. Now, well...

It can be sweet, or it can be icky.

If the parent likes the kid for who they are, and is just happy to have a great relationship with another independent human, that's great.

But, sometimes the parents are obsessed with having a kid who they can mould in their own image. They insist, for example, that the kid become amazing at football, because they never made it as a football player but through their kid they can live their own dreams vicariously.

My mother in law introducing herself as a "mother of six" and each of her children by their number order. "This is my fourth!"

😬😬😬