Nita’s ‘brief but true account of my experiences after my second daughter was born’:

By the time I went home to my father’s place I had caught on - and was not amused. Everything will return to normal, I told myself miserably.
However the nursemaid who came in to attend to me and the baby dashed those hopes. She was middle-aged with a leathery wrinkled skin and gnarled hands, but she had five sons, she told me proudly.
The world changed. I stopped watching Mahabharat on TV. I stopped chatting with the baby.
My neighbor, a frequent visitor, never ceased to advise me, ‘Beti, you are young. After a couple of years you can try again.’
‘But I like daughters.’ I told her, ‘Even if the next one is a girl I’ll be happy.’
My mouth had opened at last, and as I expected my neighbor was horrified. ‘Three daughters!’, she exclaimed, as it were a fate worse than death.
Seeing me sniff, my mother said, ‘This is normal after delivery.’
Our neighbor nodded wisely, ‘This is not an ordinary shock’.

I had found that narrative via this Unchaahi post which linked to three pieces of writing- the first was Nita’s post and the other two were news stories. Here are the headlines of the three true stories:

Two daughters: Not exactly what an Indian Society wants

Man dies of shock as wife bears baby girl

Female fetus was buried for Rs.100