Yes, I've gone through something similar--from the male-bodied side. For years, I dreaded having a boy baby. The first was a girl, who though we gave her trucks, preferred dolls. She eventually graduated with a degree in chemical engineering, worked for the EPA for years, and now works in patent law--and has two children.
But the second was a boy. I had worried I wouldn't be "man" enough. He never has had any interest in sports. He did play a lot of Dungeons and Dragons, and is very quiet and self-contained. He now lives with his female friend, who is amazed at how sensitive he is, and how good he is with her little girl. My first wife, his mother, warned him to be careful not to grow up like me. He grew up very much his own person, likable, hard working, intelligent, but never finished college, and doesn't seem ambitious to "get ahead."
The third, a girl, grew up fascinated by makeup, though her mother wore none. She has a degree in linguistics, teaches high school Spanish, and has a daughter.
I was married to their mother for 24 years. I have been married to my current wife and best friend for 23. She worried about having children because she was uncomfortable around little ones. When she was pregnant, we went to a basketball game so we could skip the class on C-sections. Her choice; she was sports editor of her college newspaper, a marathon runner, and always feels she could do a better job of calling games than anyone other than Keith Jackson.
Two days after coming home from our daughter's C-section, she was making calls in support of our graphic art/technical writing firm. Her doctor was not happy. Breast feeding was nearly her downfall; no one at the hospital knew how to advise a woman about breastfeeding after a C-section. She did stick it out, and was eventually successful.
My wife almost never wears makeup or heels, prefers pants, and has always worn her hair short. Our daughter would sit for hours sketching fashions. She is studying theater in college and has a Manhattan debut coming next month. Still, she likes camping, kayaking, and hiking.
Watching children grow to become independent individuals is an amazing set of experiences, well worth some angst. And while my youngest threatened not to come home for Spring break if I were wearing a dress, she really is quite accepting of who I am. A friend of mine wrote a song with these lines about parenting: "It's not the thing I do best, but it's the best thing that I do."
Wishing you the best,
S