We had the first ultrasound where we could find out the gender of our little spawn last week. We didn't take advantage.
Unscientific polls of people we know suggest it's about 50/50 on people who want/wanted to know and those who did not when it came to their little people. The one universal constant is how sure everyone is when it comes down to their way being the way it should be done. At the end of the day, though, it ultimately comes down to two reasons: one fun, and one practical.
* On a fun level, we live in New England, which means babies get Red Sox stuff. If it's a little girl, we'd like to avoid the pink stuff as much as possible. It's kind of silly, yes, and it's not so much that we're at all concerned with gender roles and expectations or whatever. It's just that pink Red Sox stuff is a little obnoxious.
* On a more practical level, our friend Mark put it pretty well: this is one of the last big surprises we can have as a couple. Perhaps as human beings period. Why not enjoy it for what it is, and have a blast with it anyway?
After all, if it's a girl, everyone will buy it pink stuff then anyway.
We didn't find out either- and it made the labor and delivery an amazing event. Matthieu caught M, and we didn't even look at the sex for a moment- just amazed at the baby! I had to ask him to look. I think it is the greatest meeting of souls, to be introduced in person. Also, too much pink is obnoxious and if it is a girl I will buy her blue Cubs clothes.ReplyDelete