Two posts in one day... I know.
Thing is, I've myself a quandary on my mind. And you know me, a quandary shared is a quandary halved... So... On July 22nd I have my second scan. The 20+ weeks check that all is cooking nicely with the wee one. When I had this scan with Sproglet I chose not to find out what sex the baby was. Husband however did decide to find out - so he knew and I didn't. Weird, but that's us. We're a bit contrary.
Husband kept screwing up with both sexes - saying 'for him' or 'she'll love it' so I never knew the real one. For my part, I convinced myself it was a girl and so I didn't want to know anything different. Girls you see, I get. I am one. Boys were a whole different world: arcs of wee, football, dirt, rough and tumble. A strange land of one thought, one action and an ability to eat like locusts and remain stick thin. I got a friend's Husband who was in the police to grill Husband and he returned with the verdict: girl. My breast pain - not unlike being soldered by a blacksmith's iron I warrant - coupled with raging heartburn meant my acupuncturist thought 'girl' too. But my straight out bump, lack of sickness and glossy thick hair were all telling the true story...
As I lay on the slab mid section - I was stunned to hear that I had a brand new baby boy. It honestly took the rest of the day for it to sink in that I had a boy, and that yes, I could cope. Now I have embraced the wonders of boys and am truly in the boy-zone. My son amazes and inspires me daily. He is just so damn cute. I want another one of him if I'm honest.
Which brings me to to the 22nd. Now the hospital I will be going to, doesn't reveal the sex, so my quandary may well cease to exist. But thing is, we could go privately and find out. But do I want to know? In my heart I think it is a boy. Keeping me in my boy zone. Not that girl wouldn't be amazing too. This time I round, I genuinely don't care, I just feel blessed to be having a baby. Do I just wait and see? Do I find out but not tell anyone I (we including Husband obv) know - or even that I have been to find out in the first place, because people then just hound you to know...
What to do?
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I think you should find out and not tell hubby. Always good to have something to torture out guys with. On the other hand, I can never keep secrets.
Ange
http://quirkyisokay.blogspot.com
I vote not to find out again. It's like waiting for the biggest (surprise) present you'll ever get.
Flip a coin!? Yeah. Flip a coin. :)
Not finding out is lovely. It always seems a shame to me when folk know in advance, then name the boy or girl, refer to it by the chosen name etc. . . I mean, what are you actually declaring when your baby is born - only that it has been born I suppose? Even you choose not to tell anyone, you've spoilt that wonderful moment of surprise for yourself, if in fact, you truly do not care if it is a boy or a girl.
Ooh don't find out!!! I get sad that our modern need to control everything extends to finding out the gender in advance, naming the baby in advance and, in SA where I'm from, often even electing the birthdate in advance.. Kids are chaotic and unpredictable and keeping the gender and circumstances of their arrival a surprise are fitting - and definitely one of the most fun parts! P.S. But if you DO find out, you'd damn well better let us know! ;-)
I woudl find out but then i am useless with secrets and it was a bit like christmas for me, you can find out what your presents are but it never spoils the day because you actually get to have them then!
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