We are creeping closer and closer to my 20 week anatomy scan and appointment where we’ll finally find out the sex of our little one. To say I’m happy is a total understatement. I’m so excited to officially picture my child in a more definite way, to daydream more clearly, to connect on a more specific level. And oh yea, buy baby clothes. 🙂
Years and years ago, there wasn’t the technology there is today so no one knew the sex of their baby until it was birth-day time. Now some people find out around 12 weeks with a blood test or around 16 weeks with an elective ultrasound. Gender reveal parties are becoming very popular as are finding cute and creative ways to reveal the gender to family and friends. And let me just point out that while the correct term is actually “sex,” I don’t mind keeping the word “gender” around because sex reveal parties might give the wrong impression.
Why does everyone make such a big deal of finding out if their child is a boy or a girl these days? Because WHY NOT?!?! 🙂 I like any excuse to host or celebrate so I was going to have a joint housewarming and gender reveal party sometime in mid-March but that was back when I thought we’d be in a rental property by March 1st. Umm yea, March 1st is on Saturday and we’re still house hunting and homeless, living with my parents. Guess that’s not happening!
I like this invitation from Etsy because it’s not about labeling items girl or boy clothing, like bows, skirts, or ties, and top hats. And even though pink and blue is pretty stereotypical and unoriginal, I still think it works in moderation. I love the cute little elephants and chevron!
I touched on this briefly at the end of another post but I wanted to go back to it. To be completely honest, I’ve always wanted a girl. I understand women better, I love all things girly, and even though having and being a sister is stressful at times, it’s also one of the best relationships in my life. I’d love two girls and then a boy just like my immediate family. Fun fact, The Mother is the oldest of two girls and a boy, and her father is the youngest of two girls and a boy, all with similar age differences. It definitely runs in the family tree!
Cut to this past fall and I’m dying to get pregnant and secretly hoping for a little girl, wondering if I’m going to experience gender disappointment if I have a boy first (that’s a real thing, and I do not judge anyone who experiences it as they usually move past it pretty fast), but when I see my BFP (big fat positive), all I feel is total joy and peace. Suddenly I don’t care. At all. I swear to you guys, I have no preference anymore, I will be OVER THE MOON no matter what we have.
Why? Good question. It’s hard to pinpoint but I will say I can’t help but think about how their sex was decided at conception and how neat that really is. They’re a tiny, unique person already and whether or not they are a boy or girl hardly seems like something to be upset over. Knowing that many people struggle for a long time to get pregnant, knowing that the act of creating new life is such a scientific blessing, and knowing that a healthy baby is really the end goal, I feel no inkling to want one or the other. A beautiful, healthy child is such a gift.
Did you or will you find out your baby’s sex in advance or will you go Team Green (wait til they’re born)?