Now that I’m obviously pregnant, the question everybody wants to know is: are we having a boy or a girl? Someone once joked that I should wear a sign. I briefly considered making one. It would say something like:
I am ____ months pregnant.
I am having a girl/boy/don’t know.
But I got too lazy. I might as well get the suspense out of the way; we don’t know if we’re having a boy or a girl. There. Some of you can stop reading now.
Hubby has been pretty adamant from the beginning: he wants it to be a surprise. He reckons it might be a boy – he says he dreamed about our son once (he had single eyelids and he was really cute) – but he doesn’t want to find out for sure.
Me? I was pretty game about keeping it a secret for the first four months and then curiosity got the better of me. Partly because I’m impatient like that, partly because I’m pretty sure the baby is getting confused by all the different names we keep calling it, partly because I want to know if hubby is right.
So at my last checkup, I decided I would do it. I would find out the sex of our baby and keep it a secret from hubby. I told the doctor I wanted to find out but that hubby didn’t want to know. She did the ultrasound and then she asked him to leave the room so she could tell me. And then, would you believe it, she tried to dissuade me! She said it’s much more exciting to find out when you deliver so I should wait.
I paused ever so briefly and decided, no, I was too curious. I had gone prepared to find out and I will. So she admitted that… she actually couldn’t see the sex yet! Our baby’s legs were squeezed so tightly together during the ultrasound that she couldn’t get a good view. I know that for a fact because I watched her try. And try. And try.
Well, as you can imagine, hubby was pretty chuffed. He’s taken it as a sign that the baby listens to him because apparently, he (or she) knew that daddy didn’t want to find out. I’ve taken it as a sign that our baby’s a cheeky little thing. Just like his (or her) father.
So here we are. 24 weeks and counting and we don’t know the sex of our baby. After the non-event that was my last doctor’s visit, I’ve changed my mind again. Maybe I will keep it a surprise after all. We’ve gone more than five months without knowing, what’s another few more? Plus, I’m thinking it’ll be good motivation for me come time to deliver. It’ll be like an extra reward, an even brighter light at the end of the tunnel. We’ll see.
HAHAHA! i can imagine cousin looking eversopleased thinking tt baby listens to him!!! oooo so excited for u two, sending much much love from the other side!
xoxo
You imagine exactly right :)