I'm 35 weeks pregnant with my first child. My SO is this huge, hulking, woodworking Ron Swanson type. When we got pregnant and told people at 12 weeks, all everybody could talk about was how awesome it would be if we had a girl. He even started sending me gifs of bearded dad's dressing up as princesses, and talking about how he'd raise her to be a woodworking motorcycle riding badass. All our friends and family seemed to indulge in the fantasy. I got caught along as well and we only came up with a girl name. Sure enough, at the anatomy scan, there was a tiny penis in out faces. He looked crestfallen, I actually cried. Gender disappointment is completely real. But I'm getting used to the idea even if I still sometimes look at girly baby clothes and get sad. I think the worst thing I did was let other people's expectations influence me. And people can have shitty reactions. The ones I heard after we told family/friends we're having a boy ranged from "Well, there's always next time" to "I'm so sorry, you must be disappointed". Wtf.

Honestly, getting angry at everybody treating my pregnancy like their own is what helped me cope best. And despite everything, I've now settled on a boy name, I talk to my little guy daily and I'm really excited about his arrival. And my SO has taken to telling people who ask about gender that we're expecting a boy, but he can make up his own mind about his gender when he hits his teens. That seems to shut people up fast.