Random Monday morning thoughts before the caffeine has kicked in.
Yesterday, my sister threw a “gender reveal” party for her growing baby.* I’m a surprise person myself, having waited to find out the sex of both of my babies until they arrived and I could see for myself, but I know I’m in an ever-shrinking minority on that one. When I asked N whether she was going to find out, she practically laughed out loud.
“YES! I suck at waiting! Are you kidding?!”
Knowing that, I selfishly planted an idea in her head… why not make finding out extra special? Why let some ultrasound tech blurt it out unceremoniously? Please do something fun so that I don’t have to hear whether I’m getting my first niece or nephew** in a boring old phone call.***
So, in true Nikki fashion, she took the idea and ran with it.
We showed up at her house yesterday to meet all of her immediate family (which sometimes feels extended because of their size) and the place was decked out. We all chose necklaces to wear based on our guess for what kind of junk the baby is sporting. There were pink and blue balloons everywhere. Pink and blue plates and cups and napkins and forks and cupcakes and tablecloths.
N had on blue plaid shorts with subtle pink undertones, coordinating her outfit to the theme. I quickly picked out a pink necklace and put it on. T-Bone opted for a blue one. We figured we’d split the difference.
When the moment arrived, it was sweet and silly (the two of them struggled quite a bit to get the box open), but then the balloons floated out, all the grandmas started crying, and everyone had some good laughs while we all pretended to be ultrasound experts, examining the grainy picture that was now available for public viewing.
I’m not going to reveal their surprise just yet. I need to get all the photos edited tonight and sent to Nikki before I share them with the general public, but look for a post Wednesday with the news.
Until then, I’d love to hear how (or if) you found out the sex of your child(ren) before their birth? If not, why not? If so, how did you find out? And was the ultrasound tech right?
*Is it worth ranting about the difference between gender and sex here? Or should I just let it go this time?
** Poppy is the 7th grandchild and Boo the 11th on my in-laws side, but this is the first niece or nephew for me on my side. YAY!
***I know, I know… it’s not very feminist of me to get all caught up in PINK or BLUE, right? Y’all already know how I feel about the topic, generally. But avowed feminist or not, I do occasionally untwist my panties, let down my hair, and have a little silly indulgent fun. I refuse to be like this guy. Holy uptight, Batman. Let people enjoy their moment!