When I met the wonderful man who would very soon assist me in bearing a son, and later become my husband, the first thing I thought was “Damn he’s hot,” not “Oh, I wonder what nationality he is.” It just didn’t even occur to me.
After the session, a kind old lady came up to me and said, “Now who does this little sweetheart belong to?”
“Oh…she’s mine,” I replied.
It makes no difference to me whether it’s a boy or a girl, whether he has brown skin like me or she has light skin like my husband. I was born in Mexico City and my husband is from California, he is half Mexican and half Guatemalan with British ancestry (we think, sometimes he seems more Scottish to me) that makes him look white.