Maxim and I began to plan a baby in the fifth year of life. Max wanted a son very much. I was angry with his expression when he talked about how he wanted to drive his son in the garden, teach men’s wisdom, drive him in football, do birdhouses, and learn to fish. There was a characteristic shine in his eyes, and his voice became dreamy. Everything was great. And here is the long -awaited boost. The first months were complex, toxicosis, general weakness in the body. The man looked after me, kissed my tummy, talked to him.

I very much hoped that the boy would be. He promised that if I have a son, he would buy me a car. Then the time is Y3D. At the survey I was told that there would be a boy. I ran joyful to tell my husband. He was happy, calling all friends, relatives, and with a childhood admiration reported that he would soon become the boy’s father. We chose the name, decided to call the son Yaroslav. And here is childbirth. A pretty girl was given. I was even scared. What will a man say? Suddenly he will decide that I was lying to him specifically?

I lay in the ward, pressing a small package to my rpudi and fearing the reaction of the man. The man, going to the ward, froze. I was afraid to show him a girl, but he had to look at our baby, as he forgot about his desire to have a son, pressed her to him and did not let her out of his hands, for a few hours he just looked at how the baby sleeps. They called it Yaroslav. The man bought me the car. He does not hear the soul in the child. Yaroslav also loves her father, she is active and cheerful, which is not inferior to boys in mischief.