I am 14 weeks pregnant with twins and just found out through NIPT that we're having male/male twins. The result obviously needs to be confirmed at an anatomy ultrasound, but the lab notes said that it was with 97% certainty that it's male/male twins.
I wasn't really expecting to have such a strong negative reaction to this outcome, but I've basically been crying my eyes out ever since we got the results. This is accompanied by feeling horrifically guilty because the more important part of NIPT was the testing for chromosomal abnormalities - all of which came back negative/normal. What should have felt like a huge relief is being overcast by this huge disappointment. If you had asked me two days ago how I'd feel if we were told we were having b/b twins I think my answer would have been, "I'd be surprised, but just happy they are healthy!" And man, that is just not at all how I feel. I feel heartbroken.
My wife and I have spent the summer discussing all possibilities (b/b, b/g, g/g). My wife had a hunch that we were going to have b/g twins and I felt (and I'm realizing now, really hoped) that we would have g/g twins. And in the process of these discussions, we have thrown around some names that we like. All of the names that we have agreed that we both like are girl names - we actually haven't come up with a single boy name thus far that both of us agree on. Which is totally fine - we have SO much time to figure that out. But because of this, we've been lightly/jokingly referring to the babies inside of me as the two girl names that we both like. Which I guess was silly of us, because now I feel like I am grieving them. I feel like the dumbest person on the planet, but I didn't realize that I was getting attached to thinking of them as two girls.
My wife isn't upset - she's just totally relieved that the babies are healthy. She's also completely understanding about my disappointment/sadness, and has been so, so sweet to me since we found out. On top of my sadness about the results, I also feel terrible, like I ruined this moment for us by being so surprisingly sad about it. My wife says she's not feeling that way - that she just wants to support me and she understands how I can feel so sad, etc. But I do still feel guilty for being so sad at a time when we could have been celebrating and feeling happy and relieved together.
I'm really close with my mom, and she was really close with her mom. I was also really close with my grandmother. I have one sister and we are close. All of these female familial relationships have been so important to me throughout my life, and I was really looking forward to sharing that with a daughter. I know that boys can and will be great - but there is something special about girls and their moms, and girls and their grandmothers. And grandmothers, moms, and daughters all together. Something also seems different for boys with their moms once they are old enough to move out, date, get married and have kids. You know that silly meme about feeling sad you have boys because you suddenly realized you'll be the one who never sees your kid at Christmas, because they'll be with their wife's family? That's the kind of silly thing I keep thinking about. It's weird because my wife is one of 6 and this exact dynamic is how it plays out at the holidays with her family. Her brothers are all with their wives' families - it's the sisters and their families who are with my wife's parents at the holidays. Anyway, it's silly but still nags at me the more I think about it and imagine the future.
There's also a weird component here of my wife and I being a part of the LGBT+ community, which largely puts a huge de-emphasis on sex and gender in general, and I'm feeling guilt for that too, like I'm somehow betraying my community or my normal thought process by feeling sad about the results. Of course I know that boys can wear dresses and like the color pink and all of that. But it's not about dresses or tiaras or princess stuff or the color pink. It's about the connection that I had hoped for with a girl as she grew up. We’ll be done after these twins, so no “trying for a girl”.
Bottom line: Have you experienced this? Please tell me this feeling will pass. I feel heartbroken. How do I move through this and back into a place of excitement and happiness?