It’s been interesting to see people’s reactions when I tell them we are not finding out the baby’s sex in three weeks at our next appointment. The following are some of the replies I’ve received:
-Nice! That’s the way it SHOULD be (not finding out the sex).
-You are poetic (this is what someone said, really) and therefore I figured you would do it this way (not find out the sex).
-I figured you for a planner. You know, it’s going to be a surprise on delivery day no matter what you know beforehand (not a fan of me not finding out).
-It kind of does matter about the pinks and the blues when you don’t find out the sex. (Said by same person above.)
-Really? You’re not going to find out? I wouldn’t be able to wait.
-Awww. That’s nice (about not finding out the sex).
Lately it seems that the responses have been in favor of us finding out. Especially my co-worker who said the “I figured you were a planner” bit.
The thing is, I can see the pro’s to finding out, I can, but I think that the delivery day–outside of scary, painful and (shudder) who knows what, is going to be amazing.
And I think to have the birth be untainted by gender-specific colors and expecations–to have a birth pure and free of this need to know ahead of time stuff–I just want a surprise. And above all, I just want a healthy baby.
We heard the heartbeat for the first time today. It was like a bunch of horses galavanting around, galloping. It was a fast rhythm.
It is a life.
Up next, a belly shot!
itsy bitsy mama