This Thursday me and the Hubs head to the doctor to hopefully (fingers crossed) find out if our little monkey is going to have a baby brother or baby sister this upcoming spring. I flippantly mentioned to the Hubs waiting on finding out the gender and letting it be a surprise. Knowing that it may be our last child, I thought it might add to the excitement of our second pregnancy (since I feel like I just went through all of this…oh yeah, I did). Hubs quickly reminded me of my internal (and sometimes agressive) planning tendancies and exactly how I felt right after I had little monkey. Did I really feel like trucking out and buying gender-related things for the bean after it was born? He had a valid point. I was kidding only myself to think I could have information that important withheld from me voluntarily.
We came to a reasonable (and much more realistic compromise). My doctor will find out on Thursday if I get to utilize all of the blue I already have and curse my second child to a life of hand-me-downs or go completely bankrupt purchasing frilly tutus and hair bows (many of which I have been so tempted over the last year to make the little monkey try on just because they are so darn darling). We will have the doctor write down the gender in a sealed envelope and then open it up together as a family on Christmas morning.
Now, the tough part – maintaining self-control for an entire 48 hours and not tearing into that envelope. Or worse, holding the envelope under steam and carefully lifting the seal, sneaking a peek, and then closing it back up and poker-facing my excitement after I secretly learn what I will call the little “bean” in my belly moving forward (don’t think I have thought much about this, do you?).
Now, the countdown begins. Oh, and my prediction – another boy. Of course, either way I will be no less happy and continue to count my blessings that our family continues to grow and I continue to learn and appreciate the true meaning of my life.
I’ll keep you posted!