I am a very proud mum of three beautiful, healthy boys, and despite the fact that my nights are filled with anything but sleep and most of my days with tears and tantrums, I feel truly blessed to have my babies, every day.

When my first son, Logan, who is now 4, was born, our hospital room was packed with well wishers, cards, flowers and other forms of congratulations before we had even made our way across the hall from the birthing suite. When we found out we were pregnant with our second child, Harrison, now 1, yes, another boy, a few of those well-wishers were disappointed 'for us' and I started to feel defensive whenever anyone asked if we knew the sex of our baby, anticipating a negative reaction to the answer I was about to give.

Now, just two months after giving birth to our third baby boy, Blake, it is happening again, and two fold.

It really offends and angers me that people, (who by the way- have been a combo of strangers, family and friends) have the audacity to make disappointed faces, rude comments, and 'sympathetic' gestures to my husband and me upon meeting our beautiful new baby boy. The consensus of most seems to be that we must definitely have been hoping for a girl, and surely must be disappointed by the arrival of a third boy.

Add to this the fact that my husband also has a seven-year-old son, Malakai, from a previous relationship, who is with us every weekend, and said people become even more convinced that the fate of our family is, for some reason, grim.

I can't help but feel offended by this on behalf of my sons, and although most of these comments are probably well meant, it angers me that they seem to be insinuating our family is, for some reason, unlucky to be a family with four sons and no daughters.

Since our third son was born I have encountered this kind of feedback on a daily basis, be it at the shops or at family gatherings. After loudly declaring my feelings on this subject amongst friends and on various social networks, I have learnt that I am certainly not the only one out there copping this kind of negativity at a time that should be filled with love, happiness and sincere congratulations.

It seems that anyone who has multiple children of the same sex has been through this, and although this comforts me somewhat, it also makes me more determined to set the record straight and change the mindset of those who have, perhaps unknowingly, offended us otherwise happy and content mums.

First and foremost, shouldn't we all just be grateful and happy that we have been blessed to have our children in the first place? There are so many deserving families who are not so lucky, and have trouble conceiving or carrying their babies at all- and I am sure they do not mind what sex their future babies may be.

Secondly, we, (touch wood) are just as lucky that our babies are 100 percent healthy and have been born complete with 10 fingers and 10 toes. The most terrifying fear of any parent I know is that their precious child – boy or girl – be born seriously, or worse, terminally ill.

My three healthy, beautiful bouncing boys are my three blessings; I just wish everyone else could see it this way and spare me the negative comments and sympathetic looks.

I have always believed that everything happens for a reason, and I definitely feel the same way about the family I have been blessed with. The world needs our beautiful little boys to become strong, loving men, and if it's my job to make and mould three of them, I'm more than happy to get up and go to work.

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